a bare heart
and a humbled mind
before Jesus --
patch by patch filtered sunlight
slips beyond the chapel door
FYI: This could be read as a prequel to my tanka below:
in the chapel
I pray to Jesus
hour after hour
finally tired of me
Time leaves me alone
Added:
The air in here twice-breathed, the taste of stale water in the waiting room.
trapped wasp
thumping at the pane
doctor’s gaze
Added:
Awake after a late muggy afternoon nap.
alone
yet the looping
of this fly
Added:
By the lake of my mind, flower by flower ...
first homecoming
where wild bluebells bloomed
stacked townhouses
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