The Gray Fox Vanishes

The Gray Fox Vanishes

Cooper Pinson

a reflection on Matthew 5:33-37 and 6:19-24
May 17, 2024

The gray fox darts from the copse,
flashes into field, drops, melts,
vanishes. “I said, ‘No oaths,’ but
what did you take upon yourself
for those future, ecclesiastical
buildings and budgets?” Rises with
bloodrust throat, sprints to
blackberry bramble, vanishes.
“I told you not to hoard gold,
but what of those diversified investments?”
A strike of midnight and stormcloud.
“The cosmic litmus test is not only
do you treasure what you cannot see,
but do you also hate money?”
The gray fox vanishes.

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Cooper Pinson
Writer 

Cooper lives in his hometown in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, where he writes and shepherds a small fellowship of students whose aim is to cultivate a local, embodied love for the household of creation. He received his doctorate from the University of Cambridge, where he researched and wrote on the power of the imagination. 

Photography by Amith Anuradha