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Regarding Answers

By Sharla Moody, BK ’22. Sharla is currently undeclared.

A cup with a hole in the bottom

is held underneath a spigot

by a thirsty beggar who,

blind and weary, cannot drink,

for his cup is empty.


And the answers rush past him

too quickly to be caught,

or he chooses not to seize them.


How dare we come before You

with anything but our

humble wonder, how dare we

fester in our arrogance and

seek to unwind You.


And the frayed strings knit around us

a blanket of grace which

we could never pluck apart.


And you, Abba, tuck us into Your

pocket to rest. O Father, forgive us.


This is part of a syndicated series for Lent 2019 with Harvard’s Christian Journal Ichthus. Visit Ichthus at http://www.harvardichthus.org

By Isabella Zou, Timothy Dwight ’21.

how to believe that He knows best:
– field grass, clothed
– birds, full-bellied
– lilies, well-rested
– upturned heads, softly alight, singing
it is my will that you remove my cup,
my hope that it is your will too—
let knees grind floor in mute unknowing
melting into raw soul flesh pain,
let bloodflow burst through glands and pores
pressure throbbing brain and mind,
let throat cords clang and shrill through ears
gulped by careless atmosphere
let the gut tremble take  it away
take it away
let it hope—
let it grip, let it hiss not my will but yours