we find the time to do the things we want to get done,
i proclaimed so haughtily to her.
i mentioned keys, bills and excel,
she responded without a word.
this morning, in the damp quiet of the seven o'clock hour,
as i sat with the scriptures, being primed for prayer,
i was pierced by the sharp edge of my statement
and confronted by my most practical err.
i find time for bills, sweating the circle, even playing a little bond,
but often ignore the draw of this sacred hour
when i call and am called upon.
Brueggemann’s Response to “Election 2024”
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2 comments:
I love how you managed to fit "bond" in your poem, and I read it without even thinking about us waking up the neighborhood playing it.
I love how you managed to fit "bond" in your poem, and I read it without even thinking about us waking up the neighborhood playing it.
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