Sunday, May 24, 2020

Nobiscum Deus. By Matthew J. Andrews


Find the holy in the ordinary, 
the wise proclaim.


Well, the wine opener, 
when it reaches peak tension,
sure looks devout,
its arms skyward in praise,
giving thanks for abundance.


I feel closer to God already.








Based in Modesto, California, Matthew J. Andrews is a private investigator and writer whose poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in The Dewdrop, pacificREVIEW, Deep Wild Journal, Song of the San Joaquin, and Eunonia Review, among others.


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