I hung each prayer.

milkehatfield, flickr

milkehatfield, flickr

a haunting desire
to step into
a frigid morn
and shiver
on icy, sacred
bare footedness
it is there
I hung each prayer
on the ghost-like
lace of a spider’s web

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About Carolyn Riker

A creative explorer using the magic of imagination, surfing the sea of understanding and finding bridges to connect it all.
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One Response to I hung each prayer.

  1. Gorgeous particularly those last three lines, had a melody within them. 💛xo

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