this little creek is running strong
splitting apart joining together
over under around
separating mineral from mountain
that flows from untouched river
to a generous ocean
always sending the clouds
a million more streams
I dip my finger in
there’s that knowing again
the tiny awe of a seen cycle
a small victory for awareness
but like gravity
or this forest mist
really no need
to brag of it
to anyone
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