More from this week’s Featured Poet Wendy Kwok
You met Wendy yesterday, and I’ll be posting an interview with her in the next couple of days, so you can find out some more about her. For now, here’s a Christmas poem she sent me… enjoy!
The mass of Christ is in our mouths, we
are consuming him in our fire. We forget
the child found by stars inside us all; a little
drop of weekend wine made longer by
thought. We are weaker than wrapping for
the stronger something we can never
crucify with words; we can only grow,
spirit evergreen as trees, and follow the sky
wherever it may lead us.