“We forget ourselves…”

We forget ourselves
Parking lots full of it —
Playtime plots engrave a name.
When because of you and also you

A drenching thanks and praise
Vivifies the void quietly quit the

Security State. Jesus, we had the other half covered
But the afterthought
Exposed the afterflesh of Christ
Who crystallized the quiver
With trembling arrows.
“will not be worsted” (Psalm 127).

Kids get sorry for the exposure
Make up stories
That cohabit

What lies between us.

Philip Jenks (© 2005)