Able Not
strong arms
that formed the universe
eternal finger
somehow made small
a fragment, flicker
glimpse of the divine
able not to sin
and yet able to save.
Overcome
I used to think I would
be overcome with
a brand-new vision,
the voice of God speaking
out of my mouth,
a kind of tender megaphone
now I know the balance
is much better, a synthesis
of relationship and love.
Likeness
made in His image
we travel
and attempt small
kindnesses in spite
of ourselves
we attempt to reach
for heaven in each
moment, finding tiny
graces for our faults.
JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. Please check out the blog for his chapbook, truthaboutsnails.blogspot.com.
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