Small walls of forest and small valleys remind
me of God's feet.
There are impressions of life's truth in
them.
Small walls of forest and small valleys where
God's heels might have been…
Mountains where he may have sat and rested
his shoulders and back against a wall of sturdy
welcoming rocks or trees crafted just so by
Him.
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