conceived in promise

I circle my patience
with a  cord.
Marking the front threshold,
with a spatter
of the grain encased on
my still back.

Contemplating the way,
Wondering,
inquiring the spiked field.
Which, abstract,
at this time, will pain me
with each stride.

Nativity awaits
with the thorns.
My track, tracing to them,
weeping walks.

Gather me

When the light cracks my eyes
Will you grow sick of me?
Like I grew sick of you.

So many times.
I've surrounded myself
With garbage, I can see.

When the light cracks my eyes
and i begin to see
When you take the scales off me.

When the light cracks my mind
I can feel your feet coming
rushing towards me.


You stood on your mountain
Saying you would gather me.

Oh God, gather me!
To your faithful heart.