I
walked with him
across
the stadia
the
roads built
by
Roman engineers
a
marvel, or marvels,
particularly
because
the
dust was limited
except
when the wind
blew
from the mountains
blew
from across the plains
he
never complained
when
the dust blew
he
only complained
when
he shook the dust
from
his feet, the dust
of
unbelief.
1 comment:
Just wow . . . All the images this brought to mind from the Gospels made fruitful and faithful in your precise and poetic words.
Blessings, Glynn!
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