the covering: a response to genesis 3

We knew it when we saw it—

There was blood everywhere.

Did we even know that word before today?


It makes me shutter.

The way its consonants blend;

The way it end so harshly,

so abruptly,

Like its meaning;

Like it flowed from the goats mouth

and split stomach.


One by one until He was satisfied.

And their screams,

could have been sufficient for all of eternity,

yet were only the beginning.


We knew it when we saw it—

The tears in His eyes,

as He threaded the needle, and

ever so delicately stitched the flesh.

Tears so full of remorse, and yet,

like a film watched over and over,

as if He knew this moment would come.


And as he made His final touches on the hood,

and held them up for size,

We lowered our eyes,

to the worms and leeches congregating near our feet.


When He quietly placed them on us,

cloaking our shoulders,

brushing our toes;

Our tears ran,

like the blood that dripped down our forehead, across our eyebrows, down our cheeks.

We began to plead, bargain, haggle,

anything to stay!

But we had made our choice:


We knew it when we saw it—The Desire.

He secured our hoods

with the same hand that drove us away.




So on this dark night,

as my child kicks within me,

and we pray that it would not follow in the mistakes of his father,

We are still warm.


The Knowability of God {Indeed you will see}

“Go” he said,

Until rock gives way to sea, gives ways to

Salt and air and the elements all–

Until feet touch land that creaks, melts and sighs.

Rippling, crashing, splitting beneath you,

Its tired arms open to the cold of night–

Everything frozen, everything hushed.

And then, with eyes at rest, look closely.


Closer still,

And in that moment, you will find me–

Indeed you will see.



“In the pride of his face the wicked does not seek him; all his thoughts are, “There is no God…(and) the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who by their unrighteousness suppress the truth. For what can be known about God is plain to them, because God has shown it to them. For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse.” (Psalm 10:4, Romans 1:18-20)

“If you had known me, you would have known my Father also. From now on you do know him and have seen him. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”–Jesus (John 14, Matthew 11)

caroline says copycat poems are the best.

a silver lined heart:for a husband.

I’m for a proposed abandon
And celebrations of small moments
Like the twin flutes we twisted and sipped from
And the white lights and long night as we danced from floor to bed

So raise an anticipated glass to quiet nights
and sweet, slow summers and the beautiful confusion of this in between
To the expected drenching rain that leaves you soaking
Wet and smiling breathless;
“We danced in the city in torn sheets, in the rain,”
Our hands christened in the sanctity of the kitchen sink,
can’t you hear it singing out its Hallelujah?”

Here’s to soul-expanding power
Of the simply beautiful

See, things you hate, things you despise,
Unfaithful husbands, apathetic fathers, worthless positions,
Injustices that make you mad as hell.
That’s well and good.
And as far as writing poems goes,
I guess you should.
It just might be a poem that leads to a plea
Or a righteous cause that never finds an end.

But as far as what gets inside me, moves me to helper and friend
Honesty behooves me to tell you that your worry doesn’t move me
See, like the deepest of clouds, my heart has a silver lining
Which doesn’t harken to the loudest fear
But beats and stirs and grows ever more
When I learn of the things you’re actually for.

That’s why I’m for long drives and screw top white wine
And nothing but the sound of scheming for miles
For the obedience of our future child
May we know the joy of their adherence by heart.
For counsel when we need it
And soul-mingling poetry when we need it
And the desire for both when we need it.

The direction to every unknown pursuit usually involves some kind of rain
Even if it seems sweet like screw top white wine
Or noisy like the city beneath its torn sheets and the comfort of a wife
Can you hear it calling you?

I’m for reminiscing on heartbreaks and making new traditions
For the delicate and resilient and the fragile human heart
May it always grow stronger than it was before
For talking in booths, and for the talks themselves,
By which I mean the wide eyes. The kind that denote passion.
Airplane landing strips and wind-generated electricity sources
And for a quiet wink from across the room:
I’m for all of these.

I’m for discomfort more than opulence, for the courage to claim, “meek!”
For the full glass that we never deserved, the silver lining
And for the hopeful who see eternal glory outweighing the material.

So please don’t fill our space with curses and verses
About what you are against, despise, and abhor
Tell me what inspires you, what fulfills and fires you,
Just lay your head on my lap and tell me what you’re for!

In the city of your heart.

I wish in the city of your heart
you would let me be the street
where you walk when you are most
yourself. I imagine the houses.
It has been raining, but the rain
is done and the children kept home
have begun opening their doors.

-Robley Wilson