And you can, too!
Just sweat a brick
as of old,
but let it be mental,
and let it be gold.
And you can, too!
Just sweat a brick
as of old,
but let it be mental,
and let it be gold.
My hunger for You
O Elijah, where have you gone?
Well, no, a man
at church.
He held his baby boy
close to his chest,
and his daughter followed.
Oh that baby, I know,
he’ll light up and
strike out,
and dad’ll be pissed,
and when the sword is slashing
there’s cutting all around.
But through it all
there’s this:
the embrace,
and the watching eye
of the girl.
Of iniquity
starts with the usual
shift and give –
O God! –
a shudder under
some distant sea
that jumps to run invisibly
to slap and scatter
and stink and stay.
That Your heart is like a Russian doll,
and that my every approach
would find me
still deeper in You –
deeper in the dark star flashing.