The Shape of Sunday
(“Be
sure to give to them without any hesitation. When you do this, the Lord your God will bless you in everything you work for and
set out to do.” Deuteronomy 15:10)
There
are always more people driving past the corner
where the ragged people sleep earlier than the arm of the sun.
Minivans with fish decals turn left instead of right
to miss the cardboard signs and boarded up shoes.
Men in collars, some in habits, pass the concrete where
the cracks and broken backs wait and try to catch their eye.
where the ragged people sleep earlier than the arm of the sun.
Minivans with fish decals turn left instead of right
to miss the cardboard signs and boarded up shoes.
Men in collars, some in habits, pass the concrete where
the cracks and broken backs wait and try to catch their eye.
Get up early man.
Plant your seed with the sunrise.
Apply within. Generate your CV where the sidewalk ends.
Get a bath son.
Shave your face with your bowtie.
Save your money. Put a little away for a rainy day.
Plant your seed with the sunrise.
Apply within. Generate your CV where the sidewalk ends.
Get a bath son.
Shave your face with your bowtie.
Save your money. Put a little away for a rainy day.
While you do; I’ll pray.
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He cannot remember they shape of
Sunday,
he barely knows his name.
But I used to golf with him, debate with him,
and prayed with him for the Spirit’s flame.
Friends, peers, ministers; we patted each other’s
midlife backs on the links and in the fire.
he barely knows his name.
But I used to golf with him, debate with him,
and prayed with him for the Spirit’s flame.
Friends, peers, ministers; we patted each other’s
midlife backs on the links and in the fire.
He shepherded a river of sorts, and
then I dove in too.
He bred new sheep a thousand miles south while I
briefly put my feet in the river unsteadily.
He bred new sheep a thousand miles south while I
briefly put my feet in the river unsteadily.
A million years later he was on the
road to Jericho,
and waylaid by robbers, they took his health,
and now he cannot remember the shape of Sunday,
he barely knows his name.
and waylaid by robbers, they took his health,
and now he cannot remember the shape of Sunday,
he barely knows his name.
He lives within broken synapses, he
lives in
a frail apartment above an in-law’s garage. His wounds
are still untended, his breath slow as his mind.
a frail apartment above an in-law’s garage. His wounds
are still untended, his breath slow as his mind.
And for all the life he spoke, for
all the joy of the river,
for all the sheep who prance in the curling hills,
he is left with nothing but
for all the sheep who prance in the curling hills,
he is left with nothing but
Feet that have wandered to follow
the Shepherd,
and slices of memory of words out of time.
and slices of memory of words out of time.
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Don’t tell him you love him if you
don’t touch the same dirt he does.
Rich or destitute, our feet are stuck to the ground.
First and last, the last will thirst until the first offer a
drink from the river.
The first in line who led you there
deserve a share of the crystal waters and the
trees on either side with leaves for
the healing of nations.
Is it too difficult a notion to provide him
some comfort, some health, some better abode
and some
Rich or destitute, our feet are stuck to the ground.
First and last, the last will thirst until the first offer a
drink from the river.
The first in line who led you there
deserve a share of the crystal waters and the
trees on either side with leaves for
the healing of nations.
Is it too difficult a notion to provide him
some comfort, some health, some better abode
and some
Gratitude for a
Job well done?
Even when he cannot
remember once, or the month or
your name?
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