Kevin Vaughn 3

K e v i n  V a u g h n

Jubilance

Dear...

  Any evening, jubilation pours from 

boarded storefronts whose thin, 

stenciled letters mark them redeemed.

  Have I missed the savior as He moved

through theses streets, bearded and 

dark, unbelievable eyes renewing 

defeated children, while His bony hands

feed women whose hungers no good 

conscience could sate?

  Sometimes, I stop before them, 

hopeful to be moved towards jubilance,

to catch Him at work.