Sermon Poem- 1 Peter 1:22-35

The ring of the phone
harsh and brass.

Incongruous sound
from slim glass.

An exhale and curse
haggard, harsh.

Numbers slide onscreen,
flashing, needy.

But it is late, and steam
hisses from a kettle.


"Hey brother--I'll be right over 
don't worry about it."

A whispered confession,
earnest prayer.

Water poured down the drain
Before kettle begins to sing.