Hike without your shoes
Let the twigs sting your bare feet
Holiness tickles.
Pine fog in our eyes
We paint bark with ambrosia
Praise be to ourselves.
Footsteps in the fog
She is gone from me too soon
Etched on a dead tree.
Follow the sparrow
Let her lead you to the dove
And then build your nest.
Pine needles on snow
Gather and stir in chalice
Wine mingled with myrrh.
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