Theology

If you study the leaves
each is a little book,
and the stems of grass
are lines of poetry.

Where is the patience
to hear what the wind
keeps telling us?

The blackbird in the bush
sings a psalm of summer.

Listen.

This poem appears in the September 9, 2020 issue.

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The church of empire might be. But I’m not ready to call time of death on the mystical body of Christ.

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As a preacher, I used to worry that people don’t listen to me. Now I worry that they do.

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