from Encounters in the Crisis Ordinary
IN PRAISE OF RISK
I’m not convinced of
resurrection, even
one where scars
remain – but dancing is
my favorite prayer,
not to quell
the ghosts or
close the wounds,
but to take
the risk of
not-yet-dead
(the risk of life
in finite form).
Life overflows
in a landscape
of death, potential
igniting through
otherwise
grace.
Bone becomes blood
becomes flesh becomes
breath – bodies that
dance a new
world
in place.