God’s Lifer, Earth Rover, Gift:
in your name and our hope,
we set these feet
where they will go, these hands
why they will touch, these lips
how they will linger at the proxy cup.
Our mouths mix
no sugar or saccharine
with this alter loaf, and we know
our mean aching has not touched
the harrow that raked you back
to Presence. We live with this
And be sure.
Yearning’s furrow frowns
our mortal brow and bounds our fleeting
plod of the Raker’s earth.
We find hope
in that holy void where
your joy raged,
a doomed son’s spurned heart raging
An uncertainty exists as to whether one should post this poem. It comes from another time. Yet, one still goes back to it, still reads its. And it has been included in Lee Robison’s manuscript, Have, and was included as the last poem (under the title “Sacrament Hymn”) in his Dazed Part of Light, which was vanitied in 1999. Also, today is Sunday and there is large possibility that a few will today once again sing the hymn on which this is based. And so: posted.