FEATURED: Wayfinding in Spring and Other Poems
by Jody Collins
WAYFINDING IN SPRING
Does mud speak?
Voice the needed signs
To point me home with
Pilgrim prints in this
Cracked earth at my feet?
Light illuminates shallow bowls
Of dirt traces groundward.
I glimpse shadows in earthscape,
Craters of soil a bas relief, stark
Contrast to the map my soles
Touch as my soul ambles onward.
HEART TRANSPLANT
Ezekiel 26:26-27
The need is ours-an urgent newness required
to resuscitate limbs, extremities, the sullen mind.
Without so much as a gown, mask or hospital
room, a divine hand reaches down to remove
that-which-is-dead, this stony, unfeeling organ,
and replaces it with muscle, pumping tissue
that circulates scarlet choice and change
while Spirit breath offers rebirth to this
waiting receptacle of life.