Theologian
Being young he spoke of atonement, drew
in exact and confident graphs
the economy of salvation.
Preaching this seamless order he left
no crevice, no escape; it was this
or it was Judas’ step into the dark.
Grown old now, God, he perseveres
student of the geography of your grace,
found coded in the chaos of love
and even at the edge of death’s confusion.
You are here, God says, to repent
those sermons; you are here to sit
mute in the cruciform shadow
of a love, ample as daylight.
Kevin Nichols
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