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tangerine-rinsed parable

of honeysuckle sundress

the tiller and the harp pave

wildflower upon cedar

snowing cinnamon for cinder

His needlepoint glimmers

in the gathering of saints 

clean floors and war drums

unlanding dove, uncertain,

yet so very certain

convicted, and ever-Loved

the wild in marrow

remembers revival tents,

albuterol and bloody nose 

knighting of self

with autumn's olive branches

solar plexus — inlet of Spirit 

jar of thorn collected, 

to be cast back to the Crown 

some bright cotton kindness

unscathed by defiance

soft-space thrives

in laundry and lillies

in taking no bullshit, 

in ruthless, quiet presence:

pressing in.

queen of prodigals,

and broken daughters,

and those who could not carry

that real good Godly smile.