Faith Among Spring

I felt once,
in the morning,
the long hands of the Father
take my throat and turn me
to his one blazing eye.

It became a piteous day,
full of rain and gray brethren —
while the frog ponds bloomed
and jellied with eggs.

Image: Dorothea OLDANI on Unsplash

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