he had prayed, without words, without thought, with simple life-sustaining breaths and become one with the wilderness
our feet are made to carry the heart where ever it will lead
This home that loved us all my family, friends and me still lives on that desert hill.
No sense in resisting, you will be disavowed
Just toss in a word and follow it follow the crowd.
bloom and show their gift
Shaming grace to crawl those final bloody miles.
Tied up tight lest chasing dreams they would be gone?
Watching from the other side, the dirty one