Hallow

Oil of perception.

Before the feast, an anointing, 

which is to say I see you

which is to set the table

in hope

that when bread falls

like grain of wheat to soil

we may break

and eat a chorus

of amens.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

3 thoughts on “Hallow”

  1. Bartholomew Barker – Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, where he has hosted monthly workshops for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2021, 2024 & 2025 as well as the Best of the Net Anthology in 2024. His work has appeared in The Lake, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Panoply, Tipton Poetry Journal, the Gyroscope Review and the Naugatuck River Review among others.
    Bartholomew Barker says:

    Now THIS is a graceful poem!

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