Born again

There are no shadows at high noon, or at night,
but Nicodemus’ brother is crepuscular, sneaking
out in the gray dusk and slinking home at dawn.
You will know him by his eyes, blood-red,
searching, wildly, for the womb,
the last time he felt warm and beloved;
he is too old now for such soothing, being
born again of whisky and other spirits.

* updated Sunday, March 16, 2014

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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