by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
laid out
and scattered
will and thought
as flour, milk, sugar and clotted
cream
to make a pudding cake
mine mix with Yours
as manna flake
sent pure by You
I take and hold
create new flesh
refurbish soul
lance swollen self by other filled
and drain then change
brimful ours willed
You gather cleanse the scattered bits
a garment luxuriant fits
and miss the bits that we don't want
that had my skin and heart starved gaunt
then purpled, goldened, whitened bright
with Your dear eyes I receive sight
and passion fold into myself
around and through
Beloved
no stealth
but free and knowing
burst of Son
Your crimson loss
my life has won
