Hunger is not harvested--
Grown alone,
It flourishes, blossoming--
Fruit--action;
Then set aside rejuvenating--
Creation's root
Sprung from godly seed.

Passion can't be garnered--
Question? Shame? No,
Seasons' ceaseless cycle,
New dawning:
Rhythms all of eternity--
Cosmic winds too
Urge and suckle Me.

L. Hawkes 28 July 15

08/21/2015

Author's Note: For Dan.

Posted on 08/21/2015
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