Desert-tan (a poem)

dear jesus, help me create

a life that’s noble,

not absorbed in the

hurry of moderns –

not clamoring for my

next fix – let my fix

be you, the real you

desert-tan & calloused feet

from walking miles &

healing wretches like me

(Photo by Robert Thiemann on Unsplash)

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