Thursday, November 9, 2023

Hunting Season

Hunting Season


Your glory rises in the sun through the trees.

Morning’s greeting.

A hunter’s gun sounds just there.

One eats.

One dies.

Your world is beautiful O Lord.

Your world is hard.

Stay with us God.

Stay with us.


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