• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 01

offerings

the hand blooms
upward on a stalk
of flesh and humility

tender fingers
offer translucent
violet pink petals
of cellophane

wrapping

the world
we've made
our only gift to a deity
we long to touch

what offerings to give
but those of geometric
design, gifts of the mind
our pale reflection of nature
with the colors of hope

powdery blue
for our limitless sky
thick bright yellow
in gratitude of sun

we lift our hand
ask that we be
forgiven
for our clumsy
mistakes, shedding

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offerings

leaves behind us

tears to seed
an earth
that never judges us

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