Tag: Jesus


Realization as I wash my feet

If I ended up
spending
the rest of my life
like this—
making more space
for you

in my heart,
in the moments
spent
with my breakfast,
with the dishes,
with the music,
with my feet,

—and I died
and you never did come back,

that would be
a full …
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Conspiracy

Here in the place you left, I stay
vigilant through the days of your absence
and begin to notice
a pattern: slight but unmistakable
suggestions, unlikely coincidences
among the day's arrangement of smiles,
daylight, flashes of delight.
Here in the place you left
longing, a conspiracy vast
beyond imagining takes …
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Jesus

It scares me, the thought
that maybe every morning blossom
of wild grace,
every birdsong at a shuttered window
must be purchased, paid for
with a night
of churning logic
when all you'd need
to lull yourself to sleep
is the will to conjure up
even a flickering phantom
of …
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Gripped

At church camp they warned us
about sex, drugs, alcohol,
naked women, bad company,
science, other religions,
pants worn too low,
and secular music: Satan's tools
for luring us out of church
and into the world's grip.
The irony is, church gave me my first hit
of the drug that's …
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Humans

The first time I ever kissed a girl
on a couch, what struck me
most was not elation or desire
but the abrupt realization
that other human beings have mass
and fluids and upper lip hair
and probably feelings.
I was not a hot air balloon
drifting to cloud nine …
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