I have forgot the outline of your face,
and if you touched me once, the warmth is gone.
I feel my way by memory of grace;
by echoes, find a way to shuffle on.
They say we will ascend, as you did first—
What road could take us from the bitter earth?
What heart that strives to rise so would not burst
to leave behind the furrows of its birth?
My earthbound soul could never fly to you,
not even if it saw or knew the way.
I walk upon the earth or tunnel through,
imagining I chase the light of day.
How shall I find what I no longer know,
but for the line that snags and pulls my heart?
Keep reeling me where I could never go;
O Lord of fish and fishers, keep me caught!
And come to me again: Hallow the ground,
as once before, where I am wandering,
where bread breeds more and every sheep is found
because you reign. Good Shepherd, be my king.
Kate Bluett 