Ex machina
For He is the God of last gasps and swan songs
of sullen, grasping groans
of once and righted wrongs
and mournful, solemn moans
For He is God of rescue at the longing last
unveiled in fiery, fearsome place
tongue-tied to the mizzen-mast
and full of given Grace
For He is God, and, hidden in our plaintive sight
hears every plaintive song and sigh
knows every must from every might
hears every crow and cry
For He is, God, of Heaven and of earth
of wastrel and of worth
of mourning and of mirth
of burial and birth
Jonathon Penny is a poet, a scholar, a husband, a father, a cruncher of data, and, in relative poverty of spirit and blindness of mind, as much a disciple as he can manage. He has been published in Tyler Chadwick’s Fire in the Pasture, Dialogue, Victorian Violet Press, Mormon Midrashim, Sunstone, Everyday Mormon Writer, Gangway Magazine, Lowly Seraphim, and at Wilderness Interface Zone. He has several chapbooks in development, and will soon be publishing literary prose and poetry for children and youths of Percival P. Pennywhistle, PhD, and other fortunate souls under Pease Porridge Press.
To read more of Penny’s poetry, see here, here, here, and here.