Thomas

So poetry is broken speech,


Metaphor shattered.


Not broken prose


But prose broken-


That resurrection power


Might be displayed,


And like the Word


These tiny words


Can also then be called and named


          sons of God.


 


Yet how many men


Have been crucified?


With broken legs,


They suffocate.


A pole upright,


Half-pound nails


And murderous will


Are not enough


To make a christ


          or a christian.


 


So brokenness-


Taken alone-


Is broken.


Fragmented prose


Will decompose


And never see


What poetry knows.


 


What does envoi mean exactly?


 


For we are God’s poem


Created in Christ Jesus


To do good works-


To break our own prose


Into our own little poems-


Which God prepared


Beforehand for us


to write with our lives.


How do we walk in a poem?


How do we react


          when prose appears in the upper room?

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