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You were doubly endowed in the womb of reason, So that by its light you might not stray and might On the lamp stand of your body, encircling your head, O fool, why did you choose to be earthbound,Īlways preoccupied with the worldliness ofĬarrying on like wild asses in the desert? The image of the shepherds’ tent in the Song of Songsīy whom, in whose image or why I was created.Īs if in flight on two wings lifting you upward, Shepherd of a flock of fetid sin, a flock of wild boars,Ī shepherd watching a flock of desert goats. Speaking with God from the Depths of the Heart

Joanne Epp is a Winnipeg poet whose most recent collection is Cattail Skyline (2021, Turnstone Press).This poem arose from the poet’s reflections on Ephesians 4 the title comes from the hymn “Where charity and love prevail” its 9th-century Latin text was translated by Omer E. Think of time, of echo: how voices reverberateĬoming.

Think breath: how long to hold the chord, The scripture reference included is from Ephesians 5:14. Ryan Teitman is a poet living in Pennyslvania, and the author of Litany for the City (BOA Editions, 2012) from which this poem is taken. In the morning, the jar was empty, and our eyes were the color of nectar. In your dream, you whispered, wake up, O sleeper, rise from the dead. On the last night of summer, we fell asleep in the hayloft. You carried that jar with you always, half-filled with their dried bodies, like kernels of corn. You opened your mouth and let the doctor reach in with pliers, let him pull one bee after another from under your swollen tongue, and let him hold each corpse-glistened with spit-up to the windowpane, before dropping it in a jar at your bedside. That night, the doctor dipped bandages in honey and wrapped your welted limbs, while your father read to you from Aesop’s Fables.

You stood in the swarm and shouted, “I am the Lord God of all creation!” before your father ran in and cradled you to the house. I remember the day you went crazy with fever and took a hatchet to the hives in the apiary.

Remember what we used to know: the owl perched in the barn rafters with a kitten dangling from its beak, the summers so dry that the wheat withered underfoot as we walked through the field with ice-cream-coated hands. His poems have appeared in Paris Review, Poetry, Image, Michigan Quarterly Review, Spiritus, JAMA, Brilliant Corners, Connecticut River Review, and many other journals. His most recent collection is Trespassing on the Mount of Olives (Poiema/Cascade, 2021).

DOOM UNICORN MIGHTY FINE FREE

Free to bear the suffering without words.īrad Davis is a California-born Canadian living in northeastern Connecticut.

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