Chris Lee Hodges Ministries

I drifted into a reverse melancholy
     and ended up downside planted
     upwards next to flowers on a moon at Jupiter.

I sighed the scent of flowers from
     nostrils that couldn’t contain the
     atmosphere so I prayed as though
     I was imprisoned at Patmos.

The flowers grew even there and then I
     realized that I was still on a moon in
     some salvific rocky plane. 
Like Avila shifted
     toward Guadalupe.

    ( I lost my memory in Hollywood. )

Reconciliation is my Revelation as my soil
    weeds up moral relativism and I am
    pruned with your roses back toward
                                                   Fragrant Grace.