Ding Dong Dung
Into the dung of human existence
covered over with clean straw
so we can pretend all is well
divinity comingles with humanity
to change a politically muddy Jordan
lurching through time
into a sparkling River of Life.
Like a drop of clarifying dye
into a bloody beaker of night
and somehow, beneath it all,
in the midst of the painful cry,
all is indeed well after all.
© 2009, Tess Lockhart. All rights reserved.