Nod

I’m ashamed I miss the congregationthe teamworkcheering the Lord’s descentsetting us apartchosen as we are

I miss the altarthe laying of handsthe suturingthe melodies that vindicate howsoever we needin the hour we bleat like sheepconfused & loosedinto the blur

I want to be among them againnoddingbonded by certainty that I’m in the worldbut not of itshaded by a man resurrectedonly to endear me fullyto the almighty void

But all my wildernessthe musky florapushing up through methe jagged rocks along my borders my weather events crowning like a newbornthe tearing & blistering nutrientsin the skins of my animals

What god can unlatch its jaw& swallow me whole?