JOHN FULLER

Poet of unspaced reality
that knew by faith
there is not a single
sparrow that falls
to the ground
that is not known
or comforted
as every hair on our head
or dog bone fed
there is no wrong
that cannot be created right
from this morning or night,
no one is lost
if we are risen from the dead,
that there is no song
without Godly sorrow
when joy returns
on the tree of life
for tomorrow
you are not without a prayer
in affirmation on your back
and the weight of mourning
in a stony heart of stone
of its own conceit
which minds its own heart
and refuses to wash
your neighbor's feet,
we realize that every painting
is divinely designed
across canvas and cross
in many scattered colors
as art and the Word in kind
remember to atone your loss.