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Poem

Let my words

Published on:
June 1, 2022
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become a sieve that sifts the soil, prepares
     it for the seed, the sower; let them be
     an inn with fire and food and company
for tired travelers on their way; a stair,

 even a single step, by which you climb
     down, drawing near to whisper, Do not fear;
     a darkling thrush whose hallowed song cuts clear
across the bleak expanse of hollowed time

where water never turns to wine. Lord, take
     these jars and speak again, transfiguring
my words to wine that only you can make,
     something divine, a holy offering—

that wild and weary, lost and longing hearts
would taste the Word, revive, and play their parts.

—after Micheal O'Siadhail

Michael Stalcup
Michael Stalcup is a Thai American missionary living in Bangkok, Thailand. His poems have been published in Commonweal Magazine, Ekstasis Magazine, First Things, Presence, Sojourners, and elsewhere. Michael co-teaches Spirit & Scribe, a workshop at the intersection of spiritual formation and writing craft. You can follow him at michaelstalcup.com.

Cover image by Glen Carrie.

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