Acceptance, when it comes, arrives in waves.
—Augusten Burroughs
Every word,
every flinch,
every tear,
every touch,
every bruise,
every kiss,
every road,
every grasp,
every moonless
room,
every bump,
every loss,
every lie,
every love
a river
to god.
The incantatory quality is lovely, the “every” of every line. The pic supports perfectly. I would think about moving that “room” line to join the moonless. The everys make such a good visual along with the auditory.