Sonnet #259

The Word of the Lord comes to all of us

If we let the Word settle in to our skins

If we pause and dream of larger things

Than what we want and what we hush

The Word of the Lord will settle in for all

Who bother to clear the path, unlock the door

And stand at time of darkness shouting for

Our sweet Lord, come in from the dark, we call

Seeing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling It

Rise inside the hearth, and once ignited

Tend with logs as needed to this voice lit

To burn the things that burn through our insides

The Word of the Lord belches brimstone

The Word of the Lord crackles truths to bones