{"id":13803,"date":"2017-07-22T16:28:36","date_gmt":"2017-07-22T21:28:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=13803"},"modified":"2017-10-02T11:54:41","modified_gmt":"2017-10-02T16:54:41","slug":"new-worship","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/13803","title":{"rendered":"New Worship"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>To be lost in a man is to find his ruin<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>nestled within him,<\/p>\n<p>a barn-owl<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>trapped in the rafters mid-winter<\/p>\n<p>until it gives in to solitude, sleep.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>To find his betrayals, small swailings <\/p>\n<p>inside him; how the coals<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>of his first eighteen Octobers crackle now low<\/p>\n<p>in his throat, the embers singing<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>themselves into smoke. To see through him: the boy,<\/p>\n<p>his hair wet &amp; parted\u2014a shimmering fish<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>pulled out of ice-water. Not holy, not yet <\/p>\n<p>beautiful. Not shaking but shaken,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>but found. <\/p>\n<p>To be lost when you\u2019ve heard his bad echo;<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>the way his feet carry on<\/p>\n<p>as he carries it daily, carries it<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>with both hands. How for you, he practices holding <\/p>\n<p>&amp; turning a sound<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>to new worship\u2014<\/p>\n<p><em>let it rise on its own <\/em>&amp; it rises:<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>unhurried, lopsided, like bread. <\/p>\n<p>And how he arrives at your door after midnight<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>with the smell of a field <\/p>\n<p>you\u2019ve once walked as a child, the way it opened itself<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>completely, one Jessamine at a time. <\/p>\n<p>&amp; this might be all he knows<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>of devotion; the way his hands move through his sleep, <\/p>\n<p>tracing small rosaries in the air.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>This is the wild of your life &amp; you watch him <\/p>\n<p>as David was watching Bathsheba<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>drifting on the roof by herself<\/p>\n<p>with Uriah, away in besieged Rabbah,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>fallen on his sword<\/p>\n<p>&amp; David knowing, watching\u2014 lost<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>entirely in the woman: not holy, never <\/p>\n<p>holy. Only bathing, beautiful<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______<\/span>&amp; naked enough to be found.<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/13891\">AVIA Tadmor<\/a><\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>To be lost in a man is to find his ruin _______nestled within him, a barn-owl _______trapped in the rafters mid-winter until it gives in to solitude, sleep. _______To find his betrayals, small swailings inside him; how the coals _______of his first eighteen Octobers crackle now low in his throat, the embers singing _______themselves into [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1425,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[53],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-3AD","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13803"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1425"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13803"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13803\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14028,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13803\/revisions\/14028"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13803"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13803"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13803"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}