Fingered Brush

hand on heart,
mouth to breast.
feet that follow
their own footsteps.
eyes that know
every layer of the petal.
tongues that taste,
soul that names.

aware, alive,
connected, set free.
bridge and shelter,
fire and crackle.
the softest
underside of wings...
and prayer is only
the fingered brush!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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