TO THE PALM OF HIS HAND

raven-shadow

A raven’s shadow, large as a red tailed hawk
follows me on the road to the White Salmon.
There is no meaning in this
unless I choose it.
I choose light and dark moving together
under a canopy of maples
as I walk along God’s forearm into the palm
of his hand.

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