It couldn’t come cheap, of course.Then they’d say, “Well, you get what you pay for”and “I bet it’s no good.”We’d package itsleek and clean,not too much of it,always, almost enough.We’d need a slogan too-nothing too clever:Good. It’s for you!And of course a celebrity spokesperson,though that may be harder to come by.But by gum it’s worked…

You’ve got to imagine Her skin is lavalike when you were a boyof six and you jumpedfrom bed to bed to avoid the searing floor You’ve got to pretend she’s a human – sometimes she has a tummy achesometimes she speaks underwatersometimes she gives moneyto the man outside the drug store in a wheelchairand sometimes…

The earth is the Lord’s,though we’ve borrowed it –like younger siblingscarelessly takingthis and that,returning brokenwonders,hopingHe won’t noticethe shrunken forestsand the once Yellow River,the exhausted air,the blood-stained livestock,and our unmistakable signatureover what was onceBangladesh. Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like “Lent,” CLICK HERE.

I wonderif it countsas prayer –what I breathe out,call out,when we’re both/and,when, with my tongue,I write Godinto the sacred lack of spacebetweenus,into the almostness,the now-delight.God! enfleshedGod! spirited MoverGod! the Father and the Mother and the ChildGod! You with your senseless generosity!Your lavish liberality! You-to-whom-all-flesh-shallcome. Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you…