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the wonder of kenosis

To empty is not to vanish.

It is to pour the vessel

until the air itself

becomes a listener.

What remains is not absence

but a widening —

a room where another voice

may enter and be heard.

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The Lantern at Low Tide 

At the pier’s end,

a lantern swayed in the wind,

its light holding back

the dark by inches.

The tide had gone out hours ago,

leaving the seabed bare —

a map of ridges and hollows

drawn by hands no one remembers.
Somewhere in the shallows,

a fish turned once,

as if to read the lantern’s flicker

like a message meant for it alone.

When the wind dropped,

the light kept moving —

as though the night itself

had learned to breathe.