by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
the muscle round and full
pumps blood
and yields its grudging strength
as cell by cell
when challenged
all along my body's length
defined and moving
work together
tendons hold the bones
insert with ligaments
they function
different
building zoned
remarkable
the unit so cooperates
as such
and looking at me
some kind souls
admire this so much
we work together
Love
Your body
bride
in soul
the Church
for if we work against each other
all we do is lurch
and look
like spastic
lost and twisted
creatures so forlorn
not strong, compassionate
and happy
for our Love was born
the weight
You lifted off of us
the sin we cannot fight
without
Your blood and purity
Your soul divine
and might
thus on I struggle
lone
connected
to all orher parts
united with You
joined by Your flesh
fashioned by Your art
I work
with iron
making each cell
grow and multiply
and You my soul
renew
heal
stretch and grow
as crimson dye
soaked and dissolved
the stains
I made and carried
so conceived
Beloved
build up my essence
by the hour
Your mother grieved
