Mar 5, 2022
1 min read
Poetry
1 Corinthians 12:14
They tore down
their church to build
homes for the unhoused
their hearts open to the fear,
laid bare to presumed disaster
invited with the venture of providing
long-ignored necessities. No longer
confined to the buses at Christmas;
or a face staring out from the brochure
that went out with the basket.
The doors — flung open!
No barrier of space
to part the suffering
and the sacred.
