Scrabble Poem, II

Scrabble Poem, I

When I come here

For my ACA friends, by Jen Hunt, 10/13/18

When I come here
I am like a piece of blank film paper
Open for just a breath of time
Sitting in the light that is you—
Each of you--
And when I go home
I return to my darkness
And discover at last
the reflection
of who I am.

On Love and Elephants

By Jennifer Hunt

Love,
I don’t think I ever hated you more
than that time on the car ride home,
after the sermon on John 13
the one where Jesus washed the disciples’ feet
when I remarked how I had just learned
from the Bible Gateway app on my phone that
the Greek word “agape” in the text meant
“to take pleasure in,
wish well, long for and esteem”
and how nice it was to know Jesus, God
felt that way about me
even me--
and you responded I should not assume
the word meant all of those things in that verse
and that I was in danger of committing an exegetical fallacy,
much like saying cars are elephants because elephants have trunks
and cars have trunks, too...

heaven knows*

by Jen Hunt


heaven
knows


what can
settle


on a
path


round
a lake


*Poem conceived to be placed on four signs around the lake path.

Yet

By Jennifer Hunt

Yet
is not
yes,
but
a com-
ma

to
cling to
a
space
for
rest
be-

tween
polar
views.
Yet

is
a fli-
cker
of
light
at dark
hall’s

end
the mo-
ment be-
fore
the min-
or key

moves
The ful-
crum,
the plane,
the cata-
pult,

same.
Or the
shiver which
cues
just be-
fore
love's
refrain.

Long, Lost Huldah, or How it All Went Down

By Jen Hunt

Huldah, Huldah, Huldah
How’ve you been? It’s been so long--
How’s your husband, how’s your family
How’s your prophesying gone?

Must be lonesome
This forthtelling
As the sole she-gig in town
No one’d fault you holding
Bitterness o’er
How things all went
Down…

How,
An uncommonly good king
Once the old-found Law was read
Sent you five court men to inquire
What God meant by what it said
Yet,
In our memories
You lag behind
Small taters like Jabez

Like the book the priests discovered
Your name's been in short supply
Or, if mentioned,
Moderated, as
A concede to dark times

Should I, then, like Good Josiah
Rend my garments
At this slight?
Or summon down the wrath of God
To try and make it right?

I can almost guess your answer
Reading 2 Kings 22
For, going there, it’s plain
“Thus says the Lord”
–alone--
Gripped you

Still, I won’t forget your title
And I won’t forget your nerve
And I won’t forget Josiah
Took a woman at God’s word