Salvation Chair

Really
Now
And should the Spirit
Come to call
After the dancing
For the sky
After all the lights released
Half
A world on
That’s felt
One’s own half of the world

After ingesting
All petitions
In all the other continents
Even on the
Needful
Melting fields
To the south
And north

Between the poles
It stops
To dwell a while
In my
Clay house
And maybe find a room
For me
In a truly quiet hour
While I give all the rest over
To
Possession
And renewal

At the same time with
All other crises
And the stretched-out needs
So
Casually asked
Sometimes

Please
Sit
Have something
While I work out with you
How to have
My own
On both sides of enigma
That is
Mystery
Of faith
That is
Saved
When given over

C L Couch


Anne Bradstreet, a prominent Puritan poet, employed the “clay house” metaphor in her work. In her poem “As Weary Pilgrim,” she reflects on the impermanence of the physical body and the longing for spiritual rest. Here are some lines from that poem:
     A pilgrim I, on earth, perplext
     wth sinns wth cares and sorrows vext
     By age and paines brought to decay
     and my Clay house mouldring away
     Oh how I long to be at rest
     and soare on high among the blest.
https://www.poetry.com/poem/3075/as-weary-pilgrim,-now-at-rest
(the note before the excerpt by Copilot)


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