top of page
  • Gary Hunter

Forecast of a Confession - Nov. 15, 2020

I watch you approach the cold mist

that precedes your weighted clouds

lays goose-bumps on my skin

what makes us both jump like strangers

is a sudden lightning strike of laughter

as its thunder rumbles and rolls

I notice a jagged rain

brewing in the distance

that is reflected in your eyes

why do I believe

with whatever’s coming

getting a little wet

is only the beginning?


Recent Posts

See All

Show me your Calluses - Nov. 30, 2020

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

bottom of page