I have found another form of prayer. I 
have not (G-d forgive me) been looking, but
found it nonetheless. Not a podcast or
another book, resources these days in-
forming re/detoxed masculinity.
Often you'll see men, earbuds in heads bowed
prayerfully alert. I too was once one
of these men, seeking productivity,
forming a plan to wealth, less belly fat,
another goal, another stone in the
foundation of the monument to me. 
Heaven, Matthew says, is where treasures lay. 
I'm trying to believe. I really am. 


Written in community with VerseLove, a group of mostly educators writing a poem every day of April (National Poetry Month). The prompt for today: Write a Golden Hinge poem, one in which "a form in which a borrowed line can be read horizontally as the first line of the poem as well as vertically down the left spine, as the first words of each line". Here, it's a line from this scene in First Reformed.