by Garrett Mostowski

The world is a shadow 
in the far corner
of some dusty old tomb.

Nothing to see. Nothing to do. 
Nothing but time to think, 
play hide-and-seek. 

But when will the sun turn up? 
The bushy bushes, leafy trees?
Squirrels, birds, wildflowers, bees, raccoons? 

It can’t always be darkness;
The sun has been bound to rise.
So, after the last shadow swallows it all,

after our whispers 
swarm to into screams,
after weeping & gnashing

our teeth—
look out, here it comes—
light in the East.

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Garrett Mostowski’s work has appeared in or is forthcoming from the Galway Review, Clerestory, Geez, Macrina, the Princeton Theological Review, and others. He is a second year doctoral candidate in theology and creative writing at Pittsburgh Theological Seminary. He’s co-pastor of Fort Street Presbyterian Church in downtown Detroit, Michigan.

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