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

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