Elegy and Psalm
He was ramshackle,
one of three thieves
bleeding out like a stuck pig.
To see it was to witness
an immodest poem,
no one knew exactly
what it meant but we all knew
how it made us feel –
bereft.
His last words are recorded. There were others though,
not written down but entrusted to our hands. We carried them like a birthright
from that moment on. He looked at me and said
Now nothing in this world is plain, John. Nothing.
His last words are recorded. There were others though,
not written down but entrusted to our hands. We carried them like a birthright
from that moment on. He looked at me and said
Now nothing in this world is plain, John. Nothing.
the last three lines
resounding loud
nothing would ever be the same
I love the line “We carried
them like a birthright”
And how I sometimes hunger for plain, you know? Trying to lean into the not-plain. . .
One of the best and most powerful
‘Easter’ things ever written I think.
Thanks.
Your words wreck me this Holy Monday.