This spring I wrote a series of poems based on the Lord’s Prayer through the lens of our Korean neighborhood. It was a really fun challenge. Here is the first one:
Our Father in Heaven
Because He bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath! Psalm 116:2 (NLT)
Look for colored masking tape that sticks semi-permanently
to papers with tabs full of phone numbers blowing below the details of
the place for rent.
Even the tape that held papers since removed leaves confetti residue
stuck forever like a chewing gum installation on temporary construction walls,
telephone poles, and abandoned shop windows near the road.
Most of the papers politely call for attention, but sometimes the images shout:
this is exactly what you need.
If you already have a home, there is something for you, too:
“guitar for sale”
“new department store”
like answers to prayer they wait, confident you’ll read them.
Meanwhile the same street is wrapped in forsythia. New blooms
arrive as cheerful greetings. They are not shy in reaching,
not careful in bending,
in every direction they shout:
“yellow!” and “hello!”
There is no way to walk by without sensing the pleasure in a
string of tiny glowing flowers
as they cling close to haphazard sticks.
Their petals mirror the flapping phone numbers,
providing the specific details of that one thing you need.
Find the rest of the poems here.