God is Red*
How is it nature calls our heart?
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
How is it nature calls our heart?
What’s the use when we deny, what it is we see?
a silhouette of meaning
high in the iron wood
He takes me by the hand again, we gone fishing by the shore.
bloom and show their gift
he had prayed, without words, without thought, with simple life-sustaining breaths and become one with the wilderness
In honor of these memories I do not have, this imagined salute to ~…~ with a wink and a squeeze directed to our curious times.”
the discerning eyes of the beholder
sequoia amble toward the beach