Thursday, July 20, 2023

What if the poems never end?, draft no. 2

If the whole world were spinning

around you, a pin

I still think you’d find a way

for us to let you in


If the whole world were a needle

And you were the thread

I still think you could eye us

Through the blood you shed,

Could sew us back up

and be our friend


What if the poems we make never end?

That’s a fear I hadn’t dreamed or comprehended

But that might be how my story ends

Jesus, my author, my Lord and my Friend

A Lover of sinners, and women and


with three N’s

one for each act of the story he’ll send