Theotokos

Theotokos

Ryan Diaz

You are holy ground, the maiden mother,
A thin place where the transcendent meets flesh,
A tabernacle of body and breath.

We are holy ground, jars of broken clay,
Dry souls quenched by Pentecostal rain,
Imbued with the dew of new creation.

You are holy ground, you reading this now,
You are a reliquary of grace,
Deceptively mundane, brimming with wonder,
A space fit to bear the presence of God.

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Ryan Diaz
Poet & Theologian

Ryan is a poet, writer, and theologian from Queens, NY. He is working on a poetry collection with Wipf & Stock entitled For Those Wandering Along the Way which is due to be released in the near future.

Photography by Vinhaay