Discarded (or misplaced) working boots (Photo: Irene Bom)
God empties himself
into the earth like a cloud.
God takes the substance, contours
of a man, and keeps them,
dying, rising, walking,
and still walking
wherever there is motion.
excerpt from the poem, “Feast days”, by Annie Dillard
published in Tickets for a Prayer Wheel
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