All my life I have looked up to my older brother, Samuel. That’s not only because he was taller than me; he also excelled at many of the crafts I aspired to master. Today, although he may be shorter than I am, I still often find myself looking up to him, especially in his poetry writing. In honor of Thanksgiving and my seeing him soon, I wanted to share a poem of his that was originally published by Ekstasis. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
-Michael
We hear a kind of laughter, one that shakes A person into truly present tense, Forgetting the befores and afters, breaks Communion with their dead indifference. Its echo is a kind of warmth, a sense That makes some sense to all those who Have mingled senses: Touch with touch, and scents To scents; and eyes with eyes, and blood unto The blood, convergence of a sacred hue. For sharing this same body and same blood Has made the taste of laughter come anew To us, the frozen ones. At once, the blood Is thawed, the bodies stirred, the cup now raised, All truth now laughter, all laughter now praised.
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