I’m an incarnational kind of girl.
Give me a body, some dust of the earth,
and I’ll tell you why it is beautiful.
I began as a child of the mind, squinting
to see eternity tucked behind the merely
mortal, straining out gnats and camels.
In time, after the wounding, I came to see
the grace that flickers within the world, learned
a thing could be as hallowed as a thought.
When your musings spin into dissolution
or leave me paddling through pointless clouds,
I rejoice in falling back down to earth.
There is so much here to put words to.
Chocolate on the tongue, tree trunks dark with rain.
The greeting of the moon in the morning.
