Humble Access

Humble Access

Haley Hodges

I have not gathered up the crumbs
under thy table. If I had
perhaps my spirit would not,
as a string of old glass beads,
threaten to come apart and scatter
to the remote corners of the earth.
Tumbleweeds, with their lolling
and rolling, do not partake in sacrament.
When you formed the word of me
in clay, the word was far-flung
I am not worthy so much
as to gather up what is unsung
for waiting voices; my own
strung across the gallows of my throat.

At 3 pm the moon was a crumb
I might’ve blown out of the sky,
too small to swallow with meaningful feeling—
but thou art the same Lord, and thy table
is my ceiling, the moon thy speck
I gather not.

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Haley Hodges
Writer & Poet

Haley is currently working towards her MFA (Poetry) at Seattle Pacific University. She holds qualifications from Hope College, Shenandoah Conservatory, and Oxford University. Her work has been published in Cassandra Voices. Recent projects include The Gun Mass, an international collaborative choral work with music by Jamie Powe. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dskint2kCE

Photography by Luca Bravo