Parable by Patrick T. Reardon

Parable The bleeding woman hem-touched; the barren womb garment-grabbed. Ten thousand thighs strained up the slope. Ten thousand eyes gaped. She stole cleanness; purity, she snatched. Spread bread and fishes to holy hillside stomachs. Blest are the fed. She didn’t Continue reading Parable by Patrick T. Reardon