1it is not likegod could waitwhile wewove clothof hope and flax,a seasons growingto make thewarp and weftof prayer. 2thirteen ravensflew the sky,i don’t rememberwhy i counted. 3there was no predictingthe turning of the wheelyet i held the lucky numbersticky in church fair handwaving it wildlywaist high to the crowdwaiting to claim my prize. 4i cut…
1 it is not like god could wait while we wove cloth of hope and flax, a seasons growing to make the warp and weft of prayer. 2 thirteen ravens flew the sky, i don’t remember why i counted. 3 there was no predicting the turning of the wheel yet i held the lucky number…