Reflections

A Magazine of Theological and Ethical Inquiry from Yale Divinity School

After Years Without Speaking - poem by Alexandra Barylski

Author: 
Alexandra Barylski

We move not by faith
but by touch. Your soul rises
to skin, shines in its heated oil.
You press your mystery back
with palms over each brow –
fingernail moon, clover, iron
smell of forsaken earth soused
with water, almost baptismal.
Give your hands. I will tend gently
each whorl of your fingertips inked
with being and roll them one by one
to mark the pout of my lips.

Issue Title: 
Let's Talk: Confronting Our Divisions
Issue Year: 
2018