On Giving Thanks

On Giving Thanks

Foundling

Blog Post 3

This poem was originally published in Issue 19 of Fathom Magazine.

Concerning Hope

 

Copy of Copy of Gift (1)

What I Know of Grace

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Surrender

Surrender v. 2

Housework

House Cleaning

Why I doubt

Broken

Terms and Conditions

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Going under

Watch her drift beyond shore’s edge

Body half risen, half submerged

Observed by faithfuls on the bank

Robed white as if for rapture.

Watch preacher dunk her under

The cool, murky shallow & up

Into searing midday sunlight.

Watch sisters receive her with

A towel & embraces 

like a newborn damp & alive.

Watch her take to the road alone

At service end, returning

To her own sacred ground that 

Heals scars water alone cannot

Cleanse, that full immersion cannnot

                                                                  Undo.

Oratorio

His return was not an Ode to Joy, But a quiet oratorio publicly unannounced. “Oratorio”

His return was 

not an Ode to Joy,

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But a quiet oratorio 

publically unannounced.

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She, a devoted fan, 

was his first listener

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Reacting, at first, as one does 

to the loss of an old friend.

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But his voice makes this new tune 

old for her again, resurrecting

lessons at his feet &

works of wonder & mercy.

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His solo proclaims another hope 

implied in apologues & private revelations.

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A pre-release track, so to speak,

promoting the real thing.

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& she carries with her 

this comeback song

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Ready to be heard by those

with ears to hear.