In the twilight, on the sea, the last light
caught the treble of your voice, the quiet gold of honey,
that perfect moment in my mind,
when you offered a hidden cellar's treasure,
an alabaster jar shattered without a sound,
poured out at Yeshua's feet.
It pooled into tributaries on the ground that rushed into the sea,
and then ascended to Heaven,
defying gravity, further up and further in, pressing on to the high country,
but still looking back with broken prayers hidden in deep night,
where for just a quiet second, over my shoulder,
I caught the moon and stars swimming in ocean-sized love.