Bloom
by Timothy Reed
light does not appear
it comes to term
every drop a sprout
growing - lengthening
like time on tree trunks
every bulb lends
tulips of red
daffodils of yellow
kaleidoscopic wildflowers
blink in and out of bloom
no face holds harm, distrust
every man a friend
every woman a sister
and I imagine, anticipate love
from each blurred visage
Uncreation
by Timothy Reed
God's first work was to create light
our first work is to bring darkness
God's crown was resting from work
our crown is working without rest
we birthed death
Why do I believe in resurrection?
Because every day the dead rises in me.
Heaven forbids a decaying hand
should touch that fruit
until it is draped in the incorruptible
I walk back to the garden
but feet lead their own insurrections
The way is barred by a flaming sword
...for now
