Tag Archives: fear

Lonesome Along The Hudson

3 Oct

After college I work graveyards at Mobil Mart:
the register, the pumps, the bullet booth.
Just me, fluorescent lights, and piped in fifties.

Sunday night, a beat up limo, a man
climbing from the back, his expression
an alloy mostly iron. He buys Raleigh 100’s,
turns to exit and I quip, be careful out there.
He curses, you know somethin’ I don’t?
I say, no, but he’s not done forging insolence
with eight pound dirty words and muscled scorn.

Finally, he quits.
The limo hits the street. I get outside for a smoke.

Under darkness,
lights on barges move like mourners up the river,
or they slip away downstream to New York City.


Jesus Of The Scars by Edward Shillito

14 Jan

If we have never sought, we seek Thee now;
Thine eyes burn through the dark, the only stars;
We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow;
We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.

The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;
In all the universe we have no place.
Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm?
Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars we claim Thy grace.

If when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near,
Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine;
We know today what wounds are; have no fear;
Show us Thy Scars; we know the countersign.

The other gods were strong, but Thou wast weak;
They rode, but Thou didst stumble to a throne;
But to our wounds, only God’s wounds can speak,
And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone.