No movie reel
Want what’s real
No Holy in Holly
And its wood is flat
And stray around
My mind—for creation’s
Photography clicks at me,
Pictures of the fallen
Click in unision, I am
A denizen of greatness,
I am overcoming this world
Around me, no more movie reel
To play, just my life on display—
Judgment day, judgment seat,
Mercy on repeat, the roads are
Broken, all those that lead to you—
But broken things you love,
Grace is the space carved out
For me—my fears in an ark, no
Movie, no spark, floods are yours,
Water sores soaking the skin,
Mercy I seek before floods fill
Sin and man and me again