To believe in God is to love
What none can see. Let a lover go,
Let him walk out with the good
Spoons or die
Without a signature, and so much
Remains for scrubbing, for a polish
Cleaner than devotion. Tonight,
God is one spot, and you,
You must be one blind nun. You
Wipe, you rub, but love won’t move.
Copyright © 2013 by Jericho Brown. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on April 9, 2013. Browse the Poem-a-Day archive.