A man took up hunting
and gave each of his friends
a feather from the first turkey
he killed. Gifts can be made
from loving the something
that lies beyond any reason.
Try talking about prophecy
while outside the open window
the rain nourishes the spring
flowers. There will always be
those who retreat to writing
papers when faced with
challenges to how they love.
Thoughts coming from being
indifferent to brokenness can
break the tradition of the faith
passed down from those who
relied on hunting for food.
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