To Tie His Sandals

for Joshua Dodds

He speaks in a voice with eyes:
eyes that hear,
an ear that touches,
a hand that reaches around your heart
and pumps it back to life
or caresses gently
if that heart has not yet died—
a baritone profundo
that you feel before you perceive,
like a skein of startled geese,
the thundering of stallions or bison,
or sheet lightning aback the hills.

Listen to a voice that has known.

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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