The howling wind

The hoot of an owl

Insist they open their senses

Slipping about in the dark

Embracing childlike wonder

In the belly of the hill

Mud a predator so wits are needed

Flickering lights like mechanical ants, remind them from a distance, what we have become. This is their church because they are together.

Copyright John de Gruyther 2018


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