Introductory Note:
Drew Jackson’s God Speaks Through Wombs is a collection of poems in conversation with the first eight chapters of Luke. In his introduction to the book, Drew writes:
“A poem invites us to slow down—in fact, it demands it—and it serves as a ‘gesture toward home,’ as the poet Jericho Brown says, welcoming us to return to our true dwelling place.”
The two poems we share with you here come from Drew’s chapter on Luke 5. (You may want to read all of Luke 5 first, and then hone in on the specific verses that accompany each title.)
Notice how the poems draw you into the scenery viscerally. What elements come into focus for you?
I have found that reading Drew’s poetry sharpens my longing for good news and my attraction to the Holy One. Drew, like Luke, honors those who have been oppressed or cast aside. His poems tenderize my heart towards the world’s great need for a Savior and Redeemer who will form a human family that is learning to love and serve one another rather than malign, oppress, and annihilate.
I hope you will be moved by Drew’s “word chemistry,” to borrow a phrase from this week’s podcast guest, Marilyn McEntyre. Let these poems draw you to your dwelling place in God’s company.
Grace Pouch
Content Manager
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Luke 5:1 – 3
it's calm at this time of day usually. rays gently reflecting off the shallow crests. wind winding through the curls of my woolly hair. piscine air wrapping itself around me like we have known each other since beginnings. off this lake that others call sea, sound carries, blessing, interrupting this momentary silence with voices of beautiful beings approaching. wanting more words.
Withdraw
Luke 5:16
My God, I withdraw so that I might be drawn closer, that nothing may hinder this flux of love. This arid place deprives me of the praise that attempts to water my soul. No applause from the hands of mortals, no lauding from their lips can satisfy like the silence of this moment. With You, O sacred silence! O saintly stillness! O solemn solitude! Taking space to feel the air passing through pulmonary pathways. Remaining connected to this holy ground beneath my feet. Keep me grounded that I may not be found with hubris, forgetting that I am ever of this humus.
Taken from God Speaks Through Wombs by Drew Jackson. Copyright © 2021 by Drew Edward Jackson. Published by InterVarsity Press, Downers Grove, IL. www.ivpress.com
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Text First Published September 2021 · Last Featured on Renovare.org February 2022