- Gary Hunter
Finding Companionship - Nov. 6, 2020
eyes can run to the sky
hands are welcomed by the earth
ears lean towards music
noses belong to flowers
mouths dance with other minds
only the heart
can find itself
truly alone
eyes can run to the sky
hands are welcomed by the earth
ears lean towards music
noses belong to flowers
mouths dance with other minds
only the heart
can find itself
truly alone
true lovers of God fully prostrate knees chest arms and face on grimy tile filthy carpet leaf litter even rough gravel to slather their affection onto Him with such feeling and practiced devotion t
your soul is like a horse that tires of the well-worn path to the trough the same dry oats and brittle straw the smell and gloom of a familiar stall the muscles of your chest pressing a little too har
pull and drip pull and drip pull and drip a golden smudge spreads across an arc of indigo sky the sun yellows the church tower chases candlelight back through windows and around the shadows of ruffled