The Face
The Face
In the eye
of the majestic hawk
intertwined in the branch’s steeple…
In the delicate pines
a herd of deer—
we hold each other’s stare
and I am beholden
to the face of God.
In the faces
of each life
the image of You
speaks to me
like a hushed breath.
I bow in prayer—
the ground beneath my feet casts your pupils
in the soil.
Amen
Lovely