Slim, liminal, posterns of light
these words given and received
outskirting impossibilities
and health-riven cheek-jowling pain
absenting gormless vacuity,
Jude not Judas, thirty pieces of silver
husbandry of waterless clouds
but faith’s Canaan vine-laden
Jerusalem’s milk
unfathomable peace
Cross-borne recrudescence
and a Kingdom come.
dVerse's Quadrille #116: "possible," 44 words Click on Mr. Linky for more quadrilles
Dreams from a Pilgrimage 
I love the sounds in that first line, especially.
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Thank you.
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Stunning.
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Thanks, Lucy.
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You’ve woven your stream of thoughts into a wonderful poem! Lovely :))
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Thank you, Jay! 🙂
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What a great word and title! To me, this poem speaks of nothing new under the sun. Very good!
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Always appreciate your comments, Tricia , thanks! 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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that eternal cycle, well written
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Thank you 😊
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most welcome 🙂
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This is deeply touching! 💝
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Thanks, Sanaa 💞💞
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Your words roll off the tongue nicely. The rhythm is really lovely.
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Thank you for your gracious comments.
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What a journey into the kingdom to come.
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Yes indeed. Thanks, Bjorn. 🙂
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Well you did use my name,😁❤️💜
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Heh. I did, didn’t I? But how could I resist? 💝
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Haha, I know right.😉😅
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the images here are breathtaking. ❤ blessed.
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Thank you! 🙏
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Very well written👏🏻
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