On Earth . . .
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Susan Delaney Spear
Susan Delaney Spear is an Assistant Professor of English at Colorado Christian University in Lakewood, Colorado. In 2012, she earned an MFA in Creative Writing / Poetry from Western State Colorado University. Along with teaching and writing, she serves as the Managing Editor of Think, a journal of poetry, criticism, and reviews.
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On Earth . . . - Susan Delaney Spear
Prologue
On Earth . . .
Blessed be the lettuce pickers
the wards and waifs
the overweight and underfed
the unnamed
the average
the slandered
Blessed be the misunderstood
the latch key kids
the shy
the shunned, the uncool
the stone cold sober
the street sweepers
Blessed be the night shift
the unfriended
those who try
the drivers and delivery boys
the widows
the utterly forgiving
Blessed be the utterly forgiven
the bussers
the barren
the gunned down
the onlys and the singles
those who try again
Blessed be the addicts
the true believers
the doubters
the kind
the blue-sky dreamers
the down and outers
Blessed be the last leaf on the tree
the parched and hollow
the seed sowers
the ardent seekers
those in second place
the commuters on the city bus
Blessed be the here and now
Blessed be the there and then
Your kingdom come, O Lord. When?
Words Are Prone to Fail
Traces
We forget their names but not their faces.
You know, the coat-and-tied young man
who stopped to change your tire, and the nurse
who could lift your dying father. They leave their traces.
The weathered old man at the deli who
moved your table into shade. He didn’t
know your heart was bleeding out. The woman
wearing the tie-dyed scarf, ahead of you
in the drive-thru who bought your morning tea.
The runner on the trail who saw you trip
and stopped to check your scraped up knees and wrists.
The true-eyed listener who knew when not to speak.
Here and there, these remembered faces—
traces of God—inhabit earthly places.
The Messenger
1
This, she recalls. Mommy piles her
along with friends into the tan Dodge Dart,
the ride, smooth on asphalt, and the dust
the car stirs on the lane down to the farm.
It is her fifth birthday. Dark purple grapes
decorate the trellis. Old Shep’s growl
scares her slack-kneed, back among adults
circled up in lawn chairs in the shade.
Uncle Dale plants his boots on earth.
Aunt Emma and Mommy cross their slender legs
and swing their sandaled feet. You kids go play.
Ripened words and adult conversation
rise, diffusing into summer air.
Khrushchev, Kennedy, a pregnant mare.
2
Khrushchev, Kennedy, a pregnant mare.
Uncle Dale mumbles and adjusts the wad
of chew in his left cheek. You kids go play.
In pink seersucker shorts and new white Keds,
she scrambles down the lane, feeling the