Sometimes I think I am a Christian

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Phil Flott.

Sometimes I think I am a Christian

particularly in winter,
earth is frozen,
bulldozers cannot scrape the surface.
The first snow cover is so bright
I forget what’s underneath.
Nights, though, I hear the ground groaning
as frozen moisture heaves it up.
I know where sap lurks,
unable to flow.
I know last summer’s seeds
have eyeballs full of brightness,
bellies full of food.
I know the inside of my skin
will shimmer once more under sun.
These times I think I follow the man
who was upset when he could find no figs,
ate wheat raw,
found his church one spring in a new garden.

Phil Flott writes from Omaha, NE .

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Tim Bete, ICL Poetry Curator To submit poetry to be considered for the Catholic Poetry Room, visit our submission guidelines page.

Tim Bete is Poetry Editor for and always searching for the best Catholic poetry from today's poets as well as those of the past.

Tim's poetry has appeared in Presence: A Journal of Catholic Poetry, The Asketerion, and the Poet and Contemplative Blog of the Discalced Carmelite Friars (Province of St. Therese). His first book of poetry is The Raw Stillness of Heaven, of which one reviewer wrote, “If you are Catholic and think that you do not like poetry, this book will change your mind.”

Tim is former director of the national writers' workshop at the University of Dayton—a Catholic, Marianist university. He's a member of the Secular Order of Discalced Carmelites (OCDS) and often trades poems with his oldest daughter, who is a Dominican Sister. He says she's the best writer in the family.

Tim's writing has also appeared in several editions of the Amazing Grace anthology series (Ascension Press), theChristian Science Monitor, Writer's Digest magazine, and numerous parenting magazines. His latest book is Wanderings of an Ordinary Pilgrim

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