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A rain poem

The Favor (for Cookie the neighbor cat) I said, “May I pet you? What an honor it would be.” You replied with some drawn-out “mmm” syllable of complaint as if it cost you money to arch your back up to meet my hand, as if you were not free to run back out into the rain.

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Handmade (a poem about evidence)

I gaze at the heavens, searching for you, my God. (Ps. 123:1, ICEL Psalter) Handmade Barefoot in the dirt outside our tent in the dark, I bend back my head and open my heart to the sky. I hope to see heaven unravel, galaxies take up the thread then spin, then snap as larger, more practiced hands pull spacetime taut […]

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Pang (a poem about preaching)

Pang* What can sustain us through the Winter? Cans of green beans, I guess, creak-creak opened by weary pastors with their key-to-scripture can openers, limp calories forked onto our plates by servers like ourselves who’ve long since forgotten there’s any such thing as local produce— any such thing as tureens of slow-cooked winter stew mindfully prepared; fresh-baked bread, warm, broken, […]

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To be found

Luke 15:8–9 Suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Won’t she light a lamp and sweep the entire house and search carefully until she finds it? And when she finds it, she will call in her friends and neighbors and say, “Rejoice with me because I have found my lost coin.” This Sunday’s scripture is one I […]

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