something scorchedthe lifting steam a hymnwe would step into and becomepart of its plainsong rise…

something scorched
the lifting steam a hymn
we would step into and become

part of its plainsong rise up
it sang you don’t have to
walk through this world

on your knees
as the words stood up in me
which is why I’ve come to tell you

where I have been and what I have seen
so you could look on me
and not be afraid

Thomas Dooley, from “Pentecost,” published in Hyperallergic