try to imagine in less words.
galaxies can be shaped with flesh.
it is not my doing
to convert jesus to energy
remember, from purveyor to observer, big movements start small in hearts
sometimes things needn’t be made too much thought
the red clay which shaped man was humble beginnings
choosing gratitude in light.
in land, water, old roads, and song
there is truth.
it’s lasting image through good works
soft and calloused.
this universe is made honest.