Every morning,
I push out
my love for you,
push it beyond my reach,
until I can no longer feel it.
Every night,
I see it standing in the field
and
hear it coming through the cracks,
closing in for another
suffocated sleep.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Every morning,
I push out
my love for you,
push it beyond my reach,
until I can no longer feel it.
Every night,
I see it standing in the field
and
hear it coming through the cracks,
closing in for another
suffocated sleep.