Why do you rush to gift these soft lips to another before you have painted your own skin home? You seek so much to feel the textures of body yet your palms have no idea what your own bends like under touch. You search for music of another to fill so much but you’ve neverContinue reading “soul within bone”
"May my body be for what it was intended: an expression of Your grace. And what small ways I make with this poetry – what songs and friendships I form, what migrations and ripples I disturb in the world – may they have something of Your signature on them"
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