This is a poem I wrote while I was in prison and facing a particularly difficult moment. I wrote it over the course of two days. The first day I was despairing but on the second day, I had found peace. The context is Mark 1: 35-41.
This is something I wrote during a bout of insomnia. I was lying in bed thinking about the reasons I often don't write what I feel like writing. These thoughts emerged.
Otherwise, I Am
God is
who reveals us
unto ourselves -
not otherwise.
Fools, we
venture: Here am I!
Til the heavens
insist otherwise.
Rebels, we
writhe indignantly
This be I!
No otherwise!