Infinities in Youth Groups


Here is the man with
A length of yarn around his
Knuckles

He’s fasting today.

Before the sermon,
I saw him drink ice tea,
Slowly,
Eyes stiff,

“Spoiler alert: You are going to die”

Crystal presses from his pupils as
He glances behind him,
A family picture projected and trembling.

“I get sad because my mom doesn’t look like that anymore.”

Here is the man
Who loves us so much he would buy us
Brazilian Barbeque every week
if he could
Who’s jokes that he is “too broke” to buy rope and buys string instead,
Who tears at old photos,

A lifespan in pink weaves between his hands,
And eternity twirls around him.

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