At Bethany
our big buy-in
was his bright bow-out.
We craned our necks
skyward like condo
projects, eager for heaven
and high densities.
All those nights before—
sleeping on the beach
beside our boats,
the smell of twin sweats
on our bodies and our nets—
now were memories;
He made our country
minds cities,
He urbanized our hearts.
Before, we could barely
hold a note between us,
now suddenly we were singing
Gospel
in long, white robes:
the new temple choir,
“Amazing Grace” for the first
time on human lips.
Meanwhile we waited out the gift.
It was on the Way.
He had sent it
special courier
who ran and whistled
like the wind.