Imperfectly Perfect
By Matt Schur
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Imperfectly Perfect is a collection of poetry and prose pieces examining life and faith, brokenness and healing. Author and poet Matt Schur draws upon his experience working with people experiencing homelessness as well as his theological training to create a work that is simultaneously affirming and a call for change.
Matt Schur
Matt Schur is the author of Cross Sections (2021), and has had poetry published in Valiant Scribe Literary Journal, Unlikely Stories, and Cathexis Northwest Press. He holds a BA in English from Truman State University and an MA in Systematic Theology from Luther Seminary. Matt and his family live in Lincoln, Nebraska, where he serves as a full-time case manager for people experiencing homelessness and as a part-time music director for The Lutheran Center at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln.
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Imperfectly Perfect - Matt Schur
Musings & Stories
November
Days grow shorter
shadows grow longer
and clear cold silent nights
sometimes seem unholy.
Done disrobing
their kaleidoscope foliage fallen
at their feet
bare branches expose
starkly thin naked limbs.
The Schrödinger month between autumn and winter
a purgatory place in time
reminds our temporal bodies of the eternal truth
that as it has been, so it shall be.
Is anything truly linear?
Scientists say
time twists in on itself
and space spins back
toward its beginning.
From the vast universe
to the minuscule subatom
the cyclical passion play
embedded in the DNA of the universe
brings with it promise
hope
trust
that the annual autumnal descent toward death
eventually results in resurrection
Eli, Eli, Lema Sabachthani
It was Monday.
Jesus stretched on the sunny steps
awaiting glad tidings of great joy.
Bob Marley’s little birds
wailed their reassurances from a beat-up phone
and syncopated steel drum metallic melodies sang
with the guitar on the off beat.
Full-throated and smiling, Jesus sang along.
He first heard this one in college, he told me
before the legion demon voices
the felony sex offense
the scarlet letter marking him unclean
before hearing The Accuser’s voice
denying him shelter seventy times seven times.
You shut the door of the kingdom of heaven in people’s faces,
he mumbled to the departing rental agent.
And a freight train left Birmingham.
It was Tuesday.
Foxes have holes, birds have nests;
but other than the flattened box
behind the dumpster next to Duffy’s Tavern,
dirty smelly unshaven sex offender Jesus
had nowhere to lay his head.
Who do you say that I am?
he asked the wind.
And a freight train roared toward Memphis.
It was Wednesday.
Driven to a random flop house wilderness
serpent syringes hissed promises of escape
through glistening fangs.
Get behind me, Satan,
Jesus whispered
toward a crumpled reminder card.
And a freight train approached Springfield.
It was Thursday.
Flickering streetlights conjured dancing demons
on the pavement and across the grass
forming an unholy halo circling the head
of a solitary holy silhouette
holding a half-empty bottle of booze
and a half-empty bag of stale crackers.
Can we meet tomorrow?
I asked.
Do quickly what you are going to do,
Jesus sighed.
If it is possible, take this cup away from me.
And a freight train picked up speed north of Kansas City.
It was Friday.
Clouds obscured the afternoon sun
as Jesus jumped off the O Street Bridge,
his body broken for our sins
against the front of a speeding freight train
on its way to Billings.
Firebird Skysuite
There’s nothing like a glowing September sunset in Nebraska
golden cornstalks stretching
toward the infinite horizon basking
in the end-of-day lengthening rays awaiting
the coming harvest
Refractive heavenly hues
filtered through invisible teardrops and ashen discord
intone a warmly colored requiem
for the annual Promethean offerings
a thousand miles away
while the midwestern audience
watches a command performance of Stravinsky
soaked in rapt wonder
at God’s creative beauty
Holy Presence
Do you see it there,
this gift you have been handed,
this fragile, breakable blood diamond
cut from the fleshy earth of the heart?
You have the power in your hand to crush it
by squeezing too tightly
or to shatter it
by letting it go completely.
Diamonds are supposed to be hard
but there’s something about handing over
pain
sorrow
grief
worry
fear
that softens it in the giving
and you who now hold it?
gently caress this delicate jewel
and know that the space it once occupied
has already begun to heal
Numbers 14:18
The Lord is slow to anger,
and abounding in steadfast love,
forgiving iniquity and transgression,
but by no means clearing the guilty,
visiting the iniquity of the parents
upon the children
to the third and the fourth generation.
her boyfriend said he loved her
and he also beat the shit out of her
(though he couldn’t say why)
until it became too much and she left him forever
until she returned
because she loved him
(though she couldn’t say why)
and he was sorry after all
and it wouldn’t happen again
until it did again
and she left again (forever)
until she returned again
one sunny summer day in her sixth month
anticipation and belly growing
he was angry drunk