Every once in a while
I have the good fortune to stumble
across a voice that humbles me.
A voice whose power
drapes its chords over me.
A howl that rings
deeper than my own.
A cry whose grip
will not relent
this mortal chamber;
jagged words
that move deep inside,
through the mess of grief...
like a bullet.
~~~
America and the Soul: Justin McRoberts
