White Flame Bloom

We know what hopelessness is, it’s exhaustion Dedicate our time to it, carved out half-hearts on trees In muddy boots Show each other our scars, Where is my neshama? Did we dedicate our lives to dying We don’t have to Hide each other's dry bones from the gracious God in vain We know what hopelessness is, it’s a lie Dedicate our tongues to deceit Singing songs to You In the back of the bus In the very last pew We hide what we do He’s not out of range, What if I change In the Mass I’m a mess Mascara to the test The collision with the rest, the impending sense of doom The girl on the St. Joseph side of the room. Baptized in the river, white trash He raises the hillbilly from the dusty trailer and lifts the needy from the garbage pile. He provided them a rosary, made by an anonymous child. And still her feet lilies bloom The hottest part of the flame is white The scary parts of life are light Isaac was the test Christ was the rest He’s looking at you, too Ignoring the sky but it sees me An eye like the sun, the heart of the Son And what I've become A sculpture of David Missing what matters My Father Full of surprise And I stand with my three angels Service with a blank stare Cover your shame, you’re bare Gas station creep, he said to me all dark things mean something God’s the One who listens as I fall asleep In your midnight van Impoverished, impressed, hungry, blessed, I passed out chasing perfect within His best. Father, Son, Holy Spirit Roll around, let’s hear it.