I didn’t mean to be in Gryffindor.
In the brave house.
The confrontational house.
The house that gave us Dumbledore!
Maybe I’ll amount to something,
Since I’m in Gryffindor.
I need to be more like my dad.
We went to visit him and mum before I came here
Since we were in London and we can never be sure
They’ve read my letters.
I told them the news –
I’m magic enough to come to Hogwarts!
I wonder if they’ll read the letter
I wrote them today.
“I’m in Gryffindor!” I said.
“The brave house.”
Delicately I dipped my heart
In a vat of molten stone
It burned and twitched
But then held still
As its beat began to slow.
Minor notes played in tune,
Scintillating, incandescent blue,
Not even bothering to fade away until
Your minor cacophony is written,
And you, played soft and sweet.
A little universal orchestra of minor strains.
Without obtrusion or delay
The ʼverse in pieces little lay
But while you wander and implore
That poem still says nevermore.
Inside your eyes
Makes it sticky
But no wine.
Dust – ashes – bread – wine –
This is the new Covanent given for you
Do this in remembrance of me –
From Adam and David
To Rahab and Pilate’s wife
Praise to God, who gave us
It coats our shoes
We wash ourselves
In the knowledge of our betrayal
And in redeemed dust
Stick to us long enough
for us to hear you
Stay with us for enough time that we can feel
The burden of you
Scald us with the ashes of our betrayal
Sink into our skin your memories of eternal fire
Our foreheads are holy altars
We offer to you.
The things I don’t deserve laugh at me,
Circling round close.
They have to teach me a lesson.
If I act ungrateful,
Will they go away?
Or maybe if I just
Scream, it will all work out.
But all along the rights
Of those around me linger,
Real and present.
But without them I would be lost.
What if everything just stopped,
And I saw heaven?
What would it change?
A life that saw heaven, without heaven…
It will never happen anyway.
I’m training for a job I know nothing about.
How can I prepare without knowing the work?
Arete, a virtue, to know the goal.
Don’t do this, tend toward this, go here and live.
What is the point of it all?
They don’t tell you; I think they forget to.
I need an Epiphany.
An overwhelming beautiful explanation from a beautiful person
To tell me why I was chosen for this.