Cornerstone Magazine: Fall 2014 Volume III Issue II | Page 22

Begotten,
Not Made

Holy
Something

These
Days

old creeds

I know you don’t

i. let there be light:

blossom into

believe in God

ANNA HUNDERT

poetry

we store away
but I see God in you

the palms of yesterday

I hope that’s okay

to be burned for next year’s ashes

light from light,

He’s there somewhere

hosannas echo in the sanctuary

begotten, not made

between your lips

where stained glass eyes

and incarnate through

or perhaps tucked away

watch the sky patiently

words and gestures and

behind your ears or

waiting for a miracle

skin on skin,

in your back pocket or

true something from

between your toes or

true someone.

maybe He’s there

I have learned
that love is

in the palm of your open hand
we seek truth in

ii. land and sea:
a young girl’s faith on Tuesday
is an ocean, watch

old creeds,

I know you don’t

my tides as they ebb and wonder

they blossom

believe in God

why I only sometimes
bow to the altar

but I see God in you
I hope that’s okay.

iii. moon and stars:
a young girl’s faith
paints the sky
with new constellations
each night, watch
them as they rise and set
I am no master of the stars
but I can
connect
the
dots.

iv. life in sea and sky:

vii. rest:

sit down to supper

alleluias resound,

with your hands in your lap –

regard the cross and

the disciples