WHAT PERSISTS
there is the void
there is the heavy immovable stone
there is a persisting and unbent state of rest
and unrest; there is a body remaining
along this straight and only line:
grief, erasure, forward and forever
NEW WAYS
There is light that moves with holes in its hands.
There is a new day that walks with old scars.
There is the way that life was pierced and drained out
but that stands yet, alive, all anew.
A longer version of this poem first ran in Faith Today.
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