God’s Presence in Your Life?
Who? Whoever it is I’ve shrugged shirked
too big for me
Not fear, not friendship
Tolerant mutual avoidance
Polite refusal to mention certain arrangements:
my own tendencies
So many subjects to avoid,
and not much room for conversation,
a lot of conversation killers,
though sometimes thoughts align
to a thank you
to a howdy-do
Your Relationship with God?
Father / cipher
factor in an equation beyond my grasp.
The president of the presidents
Silence of things when they suddenly appear
A generosity maybe
Energy left over from brute mechanics
Sometimes in Scripture starkly human especially
when I see the stretched body in a tree
A figure latent in all landscapes
Parts of You That Need to Be Put to Death?
Fishy, compromising, mealy-mouthed...
Do you believe a word of this?
Don’t trust a word of this.
Is this what you want?
Tell me what you want,
And grant me
grant me please
that I am earnest,
tone deaf but
As the Angel of the Lord Commanded Joseph
Trees along the Taconic sheathed in ice,
ordinary from a distance then at a certain angle
on fire, electric in light
that is all in the angle, the hour, the slant,
a sight soon gone in the ongoing
So Joseph hears the angel quote Isaiah—
Behold: the virgin, etc.—
and decides the child
will be Emmanuel.
He’s taking Scripture
in a surprising direction,
but the angel was the permission,
the angle, the instruction:
These poems were written in response to the daily readings from Meeting Christ in Prayer.
About the Author
Elizabeth Poreba teaches high school in Manhattan. She has published a chapbook, available from Finishing Line Press.