Oh, for the love of God . . .

I wake up in it, languish in it

Work all day there too

Thirsty for it, hungry for it

Colors all I do

Need it some and want it more

Will not go without

Won’t keep silent, gonna say it

Whisper now, then shout

Ever nearer/growing dearer

With a quickened pace


Exile isn’t kingdom building!

Father, grant us grace . . .


Photograph “Forbidden No Longer” 2018 Timothy Waugh