Providence

My eyes open up

A sea of faces without names fills the room

And we'll swallow God

Our bread: his body left to rot.

If it's all the same, we'll stay the same

Now hollower eyes allow us to see

our complacent bodies

And if sight is opinion then how can it be

grounds for belief?

And we'll blame it on providence

slipped through fingertips

stretched out to the splitting

And accuse the thrones of greater men

If pride is a kingly crown

then on my head it's overturned

I hear the simple swells of grace

falling down like rain