By Landen Parkin
God is wandering out into a field one night
when no one can see
with a pig.
God is when my hands ever so gently tilting
this small speckled head upwards and
letting that sweet little pig see the stars
for the very first time.
God is small eyes taking in the constellations
that spread out across the sky
while crickets chirp in the warm breeze.
God is a small act of kindness, there in the dark
where a pig and I look up, together in peace,
in true communion under the stars.
Landen Parkin is a poet, teacher, and artist living in St. Paul, Minnesota. Parkin grew up in the suburbs before deciding to pack up and move to the Twin Cities to teach English. His work has been published in multiple sources including the Ekphrastic Review, Eclectica Magazine, and Sheila-Na-Gig Magazine. He enjoys reading and writing and gazing out the windows of his sunroom. You can find him on Twitter at @Parkinlanden, or at his website: Landenparkin.com.
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