jesus walks into
                            this graveyard of a man,
bulldozing his way through the buzz of scavengers
             and the stench of time, a
clutter of grunts
                    and fading whimpers. This 

house of death
is also
    a house of great majesty …

Poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.


Greg Grace was born and raised in the rough and tumble of North End Winnipeg by a working-class family. He was employed at various jobs, including dishwasher, research consultant, and teacher in a federal penitentiary. For a number of years, in various locations in Manitoba and Saskatchewan, he served as a United Church minister. This poem is part of a working manuscript of poetry on Jesus entitled Ambushed by a Mystery.

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