Segullah Journal

I must die thin. I’m told when we are raised That not a single hair is lost. So I Now fear—at least, I would not be amazed To find—that every pound on hip and thigh And paunch remains in place. I can’t deny That what I weigh just now is not the “weigh” I want [...]

Poetry Contest Honorable Mention Because one man thought pity no disgrace (Perhaps he glimpsed my utter weariness Or saw the worry in my Joseph’s face), We have this welcome haven—humble, yes, But elevated by that kindliness Into a palace fit to house a king. We shelter here as unexpected guests Of sleepy beasts, and yet [...]