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

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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

What calls to You - Nov. 29, 2020

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

Rowing an empty boat (inspired by Whistler’s Old Battlesea Bridge) - Nov. 28, 2020

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