Sunbeams Are Jesus' Tractor Beams

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One of my earlier poems, from 2018 capturing a memory of myself as a child spending time at a summertime pool.

In the barn turned snack bar, I scraped the face of my big toe ascending the stairs. I didn’t care. Sucrose sweets, summertime treats belonged between my loosening teeth Rotting wood, bumblebees yellow plastic baseball bats rolling hills flowed in the break of trees God was shaking the dust out of his welcome mats At the time He appealed to me, because sunbeams were his means to call us home, His warm tender tractor beam pulling souls wherever they shone so encapsulating so intoxicating so comforting Please harpoon me my Lord of Light pull me in, I’m a prize of a catch. For every day that I stay here, a chipwich becomes a less appealing snack.

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