Creed

I believe in one God
who’s been known to show up
when and where I’d much rather not see him.
I believe in the maker of heaven and earth
who blew air into lungs

used to scream at the sky

and I wonder if he ever regrets it.
I believe in the Lord Jesus Christ,

the begotten son,

who is said to have bled

for the sins that entice and divide me.
He shall come again, with glory,

but will find his role as judge

has been usurped.

I believe in the Spirit,

in the holiest Ghost,

who haunts both my heart

and my head. The spirit must wince

at the things it is forced

to share space with in both these locations.

I believe in the Church

on my best days.

I hang my head on the worst.

I acknowledge the baptism

that furthers redemption

and wish hope was as simple

as rising from water.

I look for the resurrection

of the dead in the mirror,

in the movies,

in that poem of Donne’s

that always confounds me.

I look for the life

of the world to come

and am silenced

when heaven slips open

like a mouth about to speak.

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