Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Triptych: Grace

Three more days without a poem, so three poems. This is a set of three tankas.

Triptych: Grace

I.
To see the face of
Christ in the woman holding
a large "fuck God" sign

is not so hard. What's hard is
knowing what to say or do.

II.
My faith requires me
to examine my hatred
and to let it go.

But I swear it comes back. It
always comes back. Always.

III.
Today, I wanted
to feel the rain and the wind,
to get soaking wet,

to push myself against it
and give thanks that I can feel.

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