No Room at the Inn
by Derek Geiger
I forget what Jesus said
When I become afraid.
Though His words are bolded red,
They seem to run away.
It’s not that I can’t read them
Or from the page, they fade.
It’s not that I don’t love Him,
But sometimes he can’t stay
Inside my heart when danger
Lurks. But it’s no charade
When I caress the manger,
The shepherds and the hay.
Still, He becomes a stranger
When I become afraid.
Home Sweet Oklahoma
by Derek Geiger
Jesus cried.
The poets wept.
The prophets were on trial.
Lovers died.
The plains, windswept,
Birthed artists all the while.
And as the rains
Found welcome in
The dusty, barren fields,
All of the pains
Of peoples pressed
Found voice in their firm yields.
This harsh, kind land
We find ourselves upon
Gives us all that She can give
And takes our heresies,
Turns them to sand,
On which we “once apon”
As we translate myth and live
Among the Pharisees.
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