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Poem: “As if There Were Only One” By Martha Serpas
In the morning God pulled me onto the porch, a rain-washed gray and brilliant shore. I sat in my orange pajamas and waited. God said, “look at the tree.” And I did.
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. . . And God said, “Let there be a dome in the midst
of the waters” and into the dome God put
the poor, the addicts, the blind and the oppressed.
God put the unsightly sick and the crying young
into the dome and the dry land did not appear.
And God allowed those who favored themselves
born in God’s image to take dominion over
the dome and everything that creeped within it
and made them to walk to and fro above it
in their jumbo planes and in their copy rooms
and in their conference halls. And then
God brooded over the dome and its multitudes
and God saw God’s own likeness in the shattered
tiles and the sweltering heat and the polluted rain.
God saw everything and chose to make it very good.
God held the dome up to the light
like an open locket and in every manner called
the others to look inside and those who saw
rested on that day and those who didn’t
went to and fro and walked up and down
the marsh until the loosened silt gave way
to a void, and darkness covered the faces with deep sleep.
"As if There Were Only One," a poem by Martha Serpas
“In the morning God pulled me onto the porch, a rain-washed gray and brilliant shore. I sat in my orange pajamas and waited. God said, ‘Look at that tree.’ And I did...”
I will take joy from wherever it comes. I will wring it out of my grief. I will seize it from my enemies. Joy has no identity, no politics, no beliefs. It is not deterred by my righteous indignation. I will find hope is in its presence, not some bird in my future.
Martha Serpas, “Inauguration Resolution 2017,” published in Fogged Clarity
Martha Serpas, "Apostrophe"
Martha Serpas, Côte Blanche
Martha Serpas, Côte Blanche