Kevin J. Bowman - a pilgrim trying to be the hands and feet of Jesus
and I am Nicodemus, wondering how we, asNow off with you, go and read the entire poem,
collective Creation can carry all our weight
and worry back into God’s womb and come
forth singing a new song. Biology breaks down
in ways melody does not. We aren’t going
back, but forward, from womb to womb,
Labels: Nicodemus, Orphans, Poetry