All My Flesh Is Healed

Some piercing beauties –
The color of November air
When the sun inhales
Earth’s cave-cool breath and
Drapes the bony slopes
Of a naked brown mountain –
Approach the shocking grace
Of a God who loved our sinking skin
So much
That He fit His infinity into it.
How could our boundered flesh
Ark eternity?
And more, how could Eternity then
Be pleased to share Itself with
Temporal decay?
And reverse it?
All my flesh is healed when I
Inhale the living truth that
His naked body,
Born in blood and noise,
Is God with me.
~
Meditation on John 1: 16 and Black Mountain, North Carolina

God Bless The Ice

Old Glory froze last night
In a crumpled swath, and now
Lumbers solid, like a beast of burden,
Against the smilaxed porch roof
In Alabama’s (sort of) icy, windy, freezy,
School-cancelling apocalypse.

And, oh, therein, is that heavenly lull,
That sweet second breakfast of
The bread of the Word.
The Word, unleashed from imperatives and carlines,
Says – and do I hear this? –
“For God so loved,
For God so loved,
For God so loved!”

God bless the ice that stilled the world,
So I can hear that God so loved!
~
Meditation on John 3:16