How? Another poem?
Could there be one more
Of any sweet fruit
In such an exhausted world?
The gurgle-well gone aspirate –
Surely goodness and mercy
Stick in the mouth; parched
Song comes only with a dry tear:
The yank of a bandage.
But I looked again and saw –
I am not lying – a living river,
A fluency of words, a humble rain
Undermining the stones so that
They slid and toppled
Not one left atop another.
Then, a strawberry flared red;
A many-seeded music
A rose burning with mirth-light,
Casting doubt upon the dark stones
Like dawn dissolving nightmares!
Bright white horses carried rhyme
Riders to liberate shadowed valleys
Singing, ‘Thus far and no further!’
Wild joy they scattered, planting
Cantors enchanting a world come un-sung:
A blessed burst upon the tongue!
Matthew Clark is a singer, songwriter, and storyteller from Mississippi where he lives with his brother Sam, a ceramic artist. Each Fall he sets out in his homemade tiny-house-on-wheels named Vandalf the White to play concerts in churches and homes all over the country. Matthew is a lover of words, music, coffee, and conversations. Currently (and slowly) he is studying the interlacing of Theology and the Imagination at Fuller Seminary, while writing new songs for his next recording project. Matthew has several albums available at his website (www.matthewclark.net), including a Bible walk-through sequence called “Bright Came the World from His Mouth”, and a collection of songs celebrating God’s presence in the ordinary called “Beautiful Secret Life”.