I could walk in swinging
a hammer and baseball bat
and yet His work
would remain
intact.
What a relief that
the throne room
isn’t made of glass,
that there is strength in my lack,
and that the Holy Spirit blows
when my heart hangs
at half mast.
Micaela Meyer is a poet from Modesto, California whose work unfolds in conversation with God and the writers of Scripture. Many of her poems begin in the Notes app while parked in shopping center lots after closing time.
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