Everything he ever laid a blue-veined compassionate hand on even the one with the spear that touched Him through a shaft of wood and a head of metal many of us are built like that dense and piercing killing that we’ve only just begun to love Jesus smelled like that like unrequited love and passion […]
Elk
Elk
if i could smell what you smell
be led by scent
down capricious highways
intrepid
forlorn
ALIVE
It’s a lot of work
It’s a lot of work
coming Home
retreading
previous paths
turning
at some fateful moment
back
to the by ways of our
Birth [Read More]