There We Were

I* eat, sleep and defecate. Hardly a profession to be proud of. By the way, I ruminate too.

“But what do you produce, child?”

Where’s the muck to spread? There’s little to show for my effort.

I chew the cud to make it digestible for you. I abridge versions for wider consumption.

I deceive myself. Obscurity remains unknown.

* The I in this is editor-in-chief of a quarterly magazine of short stories, poetry, creative nonfiction, and visual art that resonates with the complexity and truth of the Christian faith.

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