"Faith is never just a nod of the mind."
—Theodore Gill, A Short LIfe of Dietrich Bonhoeffer
A body at dawn
you knew that
the good man
is always best
on the move
coming naked out of
and going naked back
into the womb
wearing only the open
secret of the spirit's orders
whose faithful keeping
leads you to being taken in
by the noose of the Father's
God-gathering sight hanging
there on the courtyard gallows
deep in the heart of the Black
Forest where your priestly body
at the end of their rope
dangles in the first light
of the soul sprung
into dancing upon
the trap-door of April
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