Creative Writing*

 

 

The young theologian

felt cramped in class

while the five-star professor

force-fed artificial formats

to the hungry neophytes.

 

His syllogistic dogmatics

lost convincing traction

in their short-story shoes.

The one-act play diluted

all traces of his orthodoxy.

 

But then he sprung the sacraments

inside a Hopkins rhythm

and dactylic footprints sprayed

sparks of grace across the page.

In one prelapsarian flash

 

he woke awash in wonder.

 

 

Jerome L. McElroy

 

 

*Accepted in Penwood Review (Fall 2007).