Godflesh
To be so uncorrupted, we : incorporeal
touch easing space
Massmind enheld Denied

In the Fullness
of this living
wordhand

As it slips
down stomach in arboreal glide
to thigh

Form holding Godhewn

Flesh more real
than seem
more appeared
in the final
Stasis of now
skin

Godtouch
Greedy for flesh and the self-same
cleanse dissipating exsultet tongue

these rude creatures of skin body blood
mind the cup poured out overrun.

It is the grasping from This to There
the attempt to bridge the Immaculate

Divide. Those Chalice Hands. Receive
reverence the Host’s lips

as in their own space they casually
traverse the impossible timehallowed touch

a space of faith into thought, being
to be: Touch me, my testify to desire.

A note from Brynna:

Join Evan and me for two free Zoom workshops: Painting as Seeing on Tuesday, August 11 from 7 - 8:30 PM, and Poetry as Painting on August 19, 2020 from 7 PM - 8:30 PM. You can just join one, but please atttend both if you can, together they reveal the glory of the creative gift imaged in works and minds that reflect each other. Click on the workshop titles above to register.

Below is the third in a series of unedited video conversations I had with Evan during a Zoom meeting. You can find the other two in the two previous blog posts. Listen to the video to get a sense of how our poetry and art workshops create space for transcendent conversation and why I love my work at the Cathedral even while, or especially while, I cannot fully grasp it.

God’s Peace,

Brynna