Just Trying To Stay Afloat And Write.
Poem. Been slaving over. Almost done.
“[God instead of keeping himself hidden, as the upper class usually does, was careless and injudicious enough to become revealed”~ Søren Keirkegaard
Incarnation
jesus sits in the smokiest section of every bar,
elbowing up to beer nuts with a proprietary nod
to both sides: an acknowledgment among men.
between sips He smiles quarters, turning their silence
into singing: jukeboxes skipping between the forces
of family and failure, fortune and fidelity. together
they raise a memorial over the dead soldiers,
whose empty lips loosed theirs, as new wine
in ancient skins. another round finds only His drink
at arm’s length: the other scarred wrist rests
on a shoulder, knowing love, like a scalpel,
like a whisper, can never cut from a distance.
~MEH
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