Resonate
Today I cried in my car
the radio said
15% of $ raised will pass
person to person,
buckets of silver encouragement
handed down the line
to be poured on the fire of sickness and death.
I could almost hear a spiritual singing out of the slavery
gifts no longer earthbound.
I cried because I know the person at the head of the line
fighting the fire
giving his all
Yesterday I cried in my throat
the county food bank picking up slack
of 5 ‘shutdown’ small banks
expanded mobile delivery
no child goes hungry…here
I cried because the effort
blew off the edge of the spreadsheet
shot heavenward
in a silver streak of visioned compassion
Last week I cried in my chest
foster parent added one more small wiggly body
to nurture like a fragile sprout
tho will take a while to grow
leaving question marks
what does it cost…
I cried because
I have raised a child – clumsy as it was
it takes more than one has in storage
I cried in a puddle in Gennesaret
because the people ran
ran the butcher and the potter
ran the farmer and his daughter
not just for their own
but for all the ones Jesus would own
by the bursting of his heart.
I cried because his heart
burst the confines of sickness
no death here
precursor to the grave
which could not hold him bound
Was it respect
with which Christ folded the grave-cloths
dismantling death’s power
but not the grace of having suffered?
Our all is earthbound
but when brought to Jesus – Gennesaret-like
human by human
penny at a time
minute offerings take flight
those ones that feel the coined weight, share the suffering
those ones marked all soar heavenward
toward eternity.
jfig 4/2020
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