Dear Jesus/Unhomed Individual
Halo of dust, robes
Plain as a puddle, your bruised
Palm stretched toward me
15 thoughts on "Dear Jesus/Unhomed Individual"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
Halo of dust, robes
Plain as a puddle, your bruised
Palm stretched toward me
You must be logged in to post a comment.
I love this. It’s quiet, elegant, and poignant. Yes!
Thank you, H. A.! Your comments are always so sweet!
Heartfelt and leaves much to think on. Thank you.
Thanks so much, Eric! I have really enjoyed reading your work this June.
Beautiful.
As are you!
Beautiful and vulnerable. The title completely reframes how we look at anyone, how the divines shine through to us.
Exactly! Thanks for much for responding, Michele!
Oh! So moving.
You are on fire.
Very kind, Kevin, but I think I burned out years ago!
A heartfelt expression of compassion. Beautiful expression of reaching out for hope. A prayer.
Thank you, VL! I appreciate you reading my work!
“robes
Plain as a puddle” is perfect here.
Thanks, Nancy. I feel like a puddle most days!
The bruised palm- a subtle metaphor. Beautiful.