What return can I make to the Lord,
The last trembling tether sliced
And body that has known only bonds
Breathes
Braces
Bounds.
Month: April 2016
You must understand
the soggy syrup-smeared
empty ice cream pint
in the trash
this morning
was already open
when I found it.
Tenebrae
In the gloaming
Purple gloom
Shadows lengthen
O’er the room
Dive in, immerse
The Word appears
Earth-womb gapes
As hour nears-
Shroud-shod tread
But hearts rejoicing,
Our stifled alleluia voicing.
