rain took me to the ground
bent the trees in me
all the way down
my knees in supplication
on a concrete promise
the man with the withered hand
with the surprise of “Buddy, I’m
home right here,” &
a Costco’s worth of life
in the prairie went
flashflooding by
them creeks was full up
full the rain in my soul
full the margins of error suspended
full the prayers of thanks
lodged in my throat
simple pleasures turned inside
out, as we burglarized
the air right out from under them
a town sliced too thin for comfort
smack dab in the middle of
Jesus’s calling cards
genuine tribulation
promised land in the catcalls
darkness raged down
a long dark soul
long dark highway
in the passing
all came home
set up and set to
the pilgrims at the pump
paid the blessings forward, so
my angels were waiting
for me in the rain
when the Lord said,
“Him, too.”
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