Poem: Vagrant Spirituality

I met Jesus today underneath a bridge
We sat in the fire light of the burning refuge
Talking about sinning and salvation
What it feels like to bear the cross of expectation
And the freedom that comes from laying it down

Poem: Absolution

The rattling of countless coins
Making resplendent sounds
In deep coffers stashed in gilded temples
Trumpeting the sound of generations of absolution
Where sinners payed to atone for sins