Two Men in White Address Them Acts 1:11 Why do you stand here looking at the sky? Are you amazed as river passes by, keeps on moving from the hidden past into the hidden future, yet stays steadfast, revealed, in front of you—or do you drink, face in the water, kneeling on the brink, refreshed by the real presence of the stream? If you should notice in your walking dream a brief caesura between wind and wind, a shift where atmosphere has slowed and thinned, do you lose your mind to grief, do you despair of ever again feeling the stir of air— or do you know, nearly from your birth, that wind is with us always? On this earth, being, leaving, returning: all are the same for river, wind, and Christ, whose holy name on your lips can raise the dead. We laugh at you, but mean it kindly. If you only knew.
Jane Greer founded Plains Poetry Journal, an advance guard of the New Formalism movement, in 1981, and edited it until 1993. She has two collections of poetry, Bathsheba on the Third Day (The Cummington Press, 1986), and Love like a Conflagration (Lambing Press, 2020) and lives in North Dakota.
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