love is a willing volunteer
though not so interested
in the spatial sense of folding clothes
and blankets packing water and food
onto a truck to maximize the space
the way a decent brain would
but hand it something to deliver
and within minutes it’s made a new friend -
suddenly less engrossed with bodily needs
and more interested to see
if a second pass through the line
might offer extra distributions of caring
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