I’m absolutely delighted to share that my poem “You Matter” is now published on the Unitarian Universalist Association’s WorshipWeb site as a worship resource! Check it out here.
Have you looked into that face? That face looks into you. She knows her torch, a burden, but keeps her vigil, loyal despite your habits, your forgetting. Your turn will come. Her prayer will be your lungs.
First published on www.matthewsrosin.com, Facebook, and Twitter, July 4, 2018.
A new poem/meditation of mine, “May Our Voices Be,” is now published on the Unitarian Universalist Association’s WorshipWeb site. Check it out here!
You matter. There is no one like you; never will be again, from the birth of the earth to its outermost end. You — an eager shout, a sacred “Yes!” that moves your flesh, your bone, your breath. You — she, he, ze, they, you are whole and okay, gracefully teaching your truth and your way. You cannot be forgotten. We cherish you so. Your voice and your hands can do more than you know. You see old things anew. You turn them and test them. Your wonder exhausts our old words to express them. You speak and lay bare all you dig up and hold aloft from the dust of conventions grown cold. You up-end every rock and pursue every glimmer and give a new name to each sparkle and shimmer. You chart out new paths, go beyond our horizons: new friendships, new stories, your hope always rising. You, welcome and wanted, whatever your skin, wherever the neighborhood you were born in. You play across fences that keep us divided. Old walls become weak where your love is ignited. You call us to kindness and questions, reminding: the life of our living is found in the finding. You! There is no one like you; never will be again, from the birth of the earth to its outermost end. You matter. You do. We’ll keep learning with you. Now stand on our shoulders. See what you can do.
First published on www.matthewsrosin.com and YouTube, 2017.
Muscles quiver under paper in a fiber grave. Arms, interlocking, press into the day. Balance finds its gravity only through points of three. This is our only saving grace. The weight of paper is piling up. I cannot find another face. Beneath the weight of paper, we will build a home, with walls that hold fast to the sound of words we cannot know. Column A and Column B: never what they claim to be. This is our moment's saving grace. The weight of paper is piling up. I cannot find another face.
Published as lyrics for GODHEADSCOPE’s A City Out Of Sight LP, 2007.