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Elizabeth

Madeleine Brink
Feb 1, 2025
1 min read

How is it possible that

the presence of one small

person can unblock the

waterways of the heart

And allow ships of sadness

to finish their journeys

and confused kayaks of

anxiety to reorient their

paddles,

Calm waves of joy

brush up into my chest

and jasmine winds of peace

breathe contentment into

my veins and inspire brilliance

back into my brain.


What is sacred? He said,

intention. I agree. and

attention.



By Madeleine Brink

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