Story and Pictures - Wovenhand

shook out my salvation

in all four corners of my room

lowly is the dust

trustworthy the broom

white lady

growlin on a chain

peacock caw the sound of my lover’s name

the tone was pure and played on gut

from your birdhouse aflame

your fire burns for me red as grace

the blush came easily to your face

your fire burns for me red as grace

and she says that none would have her

as a boy I too drew near

to the love of dust

toughskin blue light cowboy

idle hands they rust

your fire burns for me red as grace

the blush came easily to your face

your fire burns for me red as grace

and she says that none would have her

let us allow the character to build

wise as serpents and harmless as doves

let’s allow the emptiness to fill

rich mercy and brotherly love

your fire burns for me red as grace

the blush came easily to your face

your fire burns for me red as grace

and she says that none would have her