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Sacramental Nature

by Tim Delong Jr

In a sunset

nature becomes art


art becomes blasphemous.


Sometimes I wonder:

Do we paint on cave walls,

and canvas,

and faces

to communicate God?

Or to distract from the carnal holy

Of skinned knees and hurt feelings?


Do we learn

To layer clay over skin?

To worship form over fissure?


You see

I’ve met a lot of people that I like.

Good people.

Godly people.

But I just don’t trust their imaginings of the immaculate,

their take on the timeless.



I wonder if

Christ came for the nail in his hand -

the thorn on his head.

The smell of leper skin

and taste of blood,

was it sweeter than eternity?


Was the big bang louder than the chorus of hallelujah?


I think

Christ knew that


was waiting on the cross,


if only for a sweet moment,

humanity too.

About the Author

Tim Delong is a Master of Divinity candidate at Harvard Divinity School where he studies the history of religion in the Americas with special attention to the intersection of Christianity and science. Before moving to Boston, Tim worked as a community organizer in Detroit, a housing counselor in Northern Illinois, and a financial counselor in Chicago.

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