On Oct 19:

I cleaned out a drawer, filled with papers,
And burned all those sins
This morning I found this
Crumpled note on the basement floor,
Next to the woodstove,
The sole survivor:

"John      90 AD
               The word became flesh
John (Me)             2018
               The flesh became word

I don't understand why people care
whether God created evolution
or evolution created God

The holy spirit is breath entering the body
And the breath leaving the body is sound, holy sound"


Now with the World in flames
This tattered flesh hangs
By a thread,
A scrap of paper
A single breath,
A coincidence,
and holy sound