Cotton Candy

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Her trials transformed her –

but not until

life’s stresses

reminded her

diamonds are only born under intense pressure;

here, darkness and barrenness, cold and discomfort

became the mixing bowl

where

her soul spun sweet.

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Heaven’s Gaze

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When skies spin cotton candy clouds

(that sticky filament of faith)

our eyes are drawn to Turin’s shrouds

where, light released as holy wraith

descends to us through feeble gaps –

we can’t quite penetrate the haze;

earthly eyes are weak, perhaps

we need to see with heaven’s gaze.