With a Nod to the Empty Tomb – a poem by Abigail Carroll

With a Nod to the Empty Tomb


I will make my bed.
I will seed the earth in perfect 
curves and rows—
fine labyrinth of green.
I will run scales 
as praise, not notes, 
invoke the Triune 
in every chord.
Let me slice onions,
beets, as if kitchen knives 
and cutting boards 
were holy art.
Yes, I will choose words 
like a glazier 
perched in a high nave
carefully placing
each flame-blue shard.

Abigail Carroll is author of Habitation of Wonder and A Gathering of Larks: Letters to Saint Francis from a Modern-Day Pilgrim. Her poems have appeared in Sojourners, Christian Century, the Anglican Theological Review, Crab Orchard Review, and the anthologies How to Love the World and Between Midnight and Dawn: A Literary Guide to Prayer for Lent, Holy Week, and Eastertide. She serves as an arts pastor in Burlington, Vermont, and enjoys playing Celtic harp.

1 Comment

  1. “Let me slice onions,
    beets, as if kitchen knives
    and cutting boards
    were holy art.” Beautiful sanctification of the ordinary.

    Liked by 1 person

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