The Furloughed Missionaries in Children’s Church

The Abstract

Praise the emaciated cow in the slideshow, the gummy water buffalo. Praise the wooden cart with a hole busted in its floor, but still pulling a sick child over potholes to the country doctor. Praise the country doctor   who knows little, but enough here and there to save a child in this world. Praise […]

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Poetry by Hillary Kobernick

Praise the emaciated cow in the slideshow, the gummy

water buffalo. Praise the wooden cart with a hole busted

in its floor, but still pulling a sick child over potholes

to the country doctor. Praise the country doctor

 

who knows little, but enough here and there to save

a child in this world. Praise the chlorine tablets dissolving

in thick-walled water bottles, praise the wide-brimmed hats

and the way dust glued to sweat makes sunscreen.

 

Lift your voice: praise the dead air waiting for a song

each steaming morning walking from compound to need.

Praise this basement, the pipes and wires and whirring

overhead projectors spinning in endless dusty rotation.

 

Praise this hot room and the hard-backed chairs in which you sit

with small aching back, the closest you get to suffering.

Praise the end of furlough and their return to Cambodia.

And pray for you, pale child, stranded in sufficiency, unblessed

 

never knowing how it feels to lack so much of everything.

 


Hillary Kobernick has competed at the National Poetry Slam six times, representing Atlanta and Chicago. She holds a master of divinity degree and pastors a Mennonite congregation in Illinois. Her poems have been featured on Button Poetry’s YouTube Channel and have been published in journals including DecomPHermeneutic Chaos Literary Journal, and The Christian Century.