poem

It can be terrifying, when someone knows what you’re thinking. A judging look casts shadows on your conscientious, sunbathed emotions: unspoken, sheer in the unwanted backlighting. But there is a grace that fills when it finds character bankrupt. Psalm 139

I am not lowly    when I leverage privilege to shout or whine at the tax     rate on my shiny, selfish things. I am not lowly      when I bemoan loss of newness or bristle at friends       when […]

The guilty party goes unpunished,     and it feels like justice is an arcade token, limited     by trade and arrangement: “Win or lose, but don’t expect power.”     But maybe Power waits for the fruit of repentance to grow […]

As I take delight in history     I’m so often the ignorant page – marked by happenings but never moved.     What if I should be upturned instead of delivered? What if I should be     torn down to be […]

Toiling in the mundane seems     far from blessedness, but keeping your post, or not     leaving it to chance, persists an incarnation     of God’s hope on site. Psalm 134

If unity means that we think     the same thing, then unity is a lost coin     in the leaves. But if it means that we share the     selfsame heart, then unity is the clean air     after rain. […]