I do this for you, little girl concealed under a folding of the heart. Shrinking is no longer an option. I reach down, squeeze my hand through the roots my past, under the ground, I reach down to find you. Pull you upwards by your neck. I look at you whisper I love you This Continue reading “I do this for you”
"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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