THE STEADY CRUNCH OF JUSTICE
After leaves fall, mulching North Park,
preparing a feast for trees on All Soul's Day,
I walk the yard somewhere
between chance and accident,
guided to Psalms 9 and 10,
study notes informing me,
One poem, here, combined,
a Hebrew acrostic. A friend
nudges me: it is a good thing
when the world rebukes you
for this walk. This day
recognizing Christ-lit indigenous.
Ni para siempre perderá
la esperanza del pobre.
The rebuke--se fortaleza--
it strenghens your dormant hope.
Jim Bodeen
2 November 2017
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