Martin Jack


Reformation


I listen for Him

out of hearing in the underground

spaces I breathe for


uprising space inside

where He arms me against

a speech of thorns


like a reformed army

newly fitted in prayers that bind

the undertow, spitting


out bushels of comfortless vandalism

with the speech He gives

before dark


an idea of my present future

my whole being rapt

to His expanse of torchlight


where positivity

must be

lived out



Martin Jack © 2007