The First Tool

the first tool
is time.
mimicking

God’s dark
bones, time dips
dry toes

in new
crevasses
of pain,

wet with scars.
time hurts
my closed eyes—

moving
achingly
quickly

like pulsing
beats from
deep, ancient

hearts near
fear. time bends,
changing

slowly,
then all at
once; the

flickering,
conscious
arrival

of God.

Maggie Swofford

Maggie is a queer Christian poet who is passionate about creating new perspectives on faith through her poetry. She reads and writes poetry that explores reality via unique imagistic language and metaphors. She also loves outer space, fashion, and Georgia O’Keeffe’s watercolors, and works in marketing for a publishing company in Boston, MA.

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