I’m haunted
by a thing invited
and a thing that invades.
I permit it
to a room’s space
and at every corner
I find it behind my face
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
I’m haunted
by a thing invited
and a thing that invades.
I permit it
to a room’s space
and at every corner
I find it behind my face
At once
I’m a tendril of the divine
Connected to eternity
and yet
Just an appetite
With a voice and thumbs