Heavy equipment
There’s a vineyard within
a graveyard;
a tomb on a hill built of
discarded stones,
the bones of a man Who
gave Himself
to a world that hurries
past now.
The wine from that
vineyard, grown
in the mandali’s dust,
cinders and bones,
intoxicates me.
I’ve never completely
recovered
my former sobriety.
I can’t be trusted to
walk a straight line
or operate heavy equipment!
I stepped out of the Tomb
one morning
onto uneven terrain. O Lord,
I don’t know what to do
when You strand me like this.
If You never come back,
I’ll die here –
on the corner where You
left me.
O child of God, if the
Master never returns,
it’s just another way of
His keeping His promise.
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