Holy Mornings

Camp was burning up, sweating.

Walking all around the Oak Wood is refreshing.

Sexy drummers and guitar players and hot hipsters. “Black fashion” in hot weather

Church songs after long romantic-ish walks, walks for sexy-ish purposes in Carter’s stairwells.

Kids talking all night. They’re so talented and singing beautifully

Holy mornings with evening fights.

Love making children on large campuses in small cars.

God’s still watching us playing grown at midnight.


2 thoughts on “Holy Mornings

  1. Great writing, very talented. I love the scenes and imagery, of the musicians especially. Sounds like a church retreat? Been to plenty of those, and this is a great metaphor for one. Thanks for the great thoughts.

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