Friday, August 3, 2018

IN NEW DECEMBER


OBSCURE IN MIST
DECEMBER DRIFTING
UP FROM DAVID'S PASTURE
FOUR SPIRIT DEER
STOP STILL
LOOK UP
JUST THERE
BEYOND THE GARDEN'S BROKEN CORN

THEY ARE
PALE SHADOWS
TESTING AIR
FOR WHAT I AM

IN WORSHIP
AT THE OPEN DOOR
I BREATHE A FROZEN PRAYER

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