Abstract
Matter(s)
Material, material,
things, matter,
I’m told – you don’t matter.
I’m preached – you distract.
You sway the soul,
you blind the eye,
from an upward fixation.
from our final destination.
Has heaven not come?
Has He not tabernacled?
Words staged from on high
miss heaven’s kingdom come.
Well-intended, they miss
the beauty here and now.
How the Creator
creates and curates.
How His creation
enlivens and participates.
I see now its beauty.
I taste His grace.
I touch His wonders.
I thank Him for this place.
© Ethan C. Jones
Sabbath
Blessed be the rest
whose head is on his chest.
© Ethan C. Jones
Unfilled
Broken bodies
Broken minds
Broken relationships
Broken body
Sins external
Sins internal
Sins horizontal
Death
Resurrection
… then
Death
Resurrection
© Ethan C. Jones