Month: April 2016

What return can I make to the Lord,
The last trembling tether sliced
And body that has known only bonds

Breathes

Braces

Bounds.

the soggy syrup-smeared

empty ice cream pint

in the trash

this morning

was already open

when I found it.

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.