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IN ADORATION: THREE POEMS
I. STILL, LOVED
The weight of grace sits sternly over all.
Fallen man can fall, and break on broken
Ground the boundless imperfections of my being:
My failure seeing. My seeing without sight.
It makes the shards of life sunglitter, light
As a halved burden, cleanly cleaved in two.
And who am I that God should come to me?
The world is dirt made rich, Earth terraformed
Before we knew the term. For God so loved
And loved and loves the worm and all
Man makes is man-made bread, made stale,
And prayer, kneeling at the altar, reeling, frail.
II. REFORMED
The golden gaze
of the monstrance
melts you: Fire-
steady streams
seen reflected on the gold,
and there, reflected too, is you,
surrounded by a mess of carpet,
a knee-worn sheet. Soak
the dirty rug, mud spoiled,
in the loving flood of God's adoring eye-
the anvil, and the hammer, and the fire.
The awe-inspiring Word, monstrance still,
and the broken shards of man
smashed together on the steel.
III. THE SIZE AND SHAPE
The glow of gold in fire-flicker light
Transforms the white altar into God's seat,
Where I am compelled to meet him, round of bread
Dull dun, the sun of light around swells thick
As flickering flames, and God as bread sits
And devastates.
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