Keeping Watch
God is waiting for me behind hazy eyes
at the pulpit.
In the blue and gold statue of Mary
He rests, a baby sleeping stone still in
her arms.
He is waiting for me in the space
between my top and bottom eyelid
When I lower my forehead into my hands
and let my gaze drop towards the ground.
In the cracks of the wooden floorboards, He is
waiting for me.
Sometimes approaching in my imagination,
the mind’s eye brings something close to forgetting.
“Not yet,” you whispered. “Not now.”
Emmarae Stein is a writer from Upstate New York. She is a Ph.D. student in the History Department at the University of Rochester where she researches early modern religious and intellectual history.
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