Kingdom 150 150 Glen Wilson

If you look you can see it,
breaking through the cracks,

the one coin that drops
into an outstretched hand

amidst the jingle jangle
of full pockets.

The hand that could be
eating lobster bisque,

ladles out soup at a shelter
for grateful strangers.

The boy who mends the wing
of a fallen sparrow,

and watches as it slowly
But surely rises into the sky

It is there in the tired faces,
Flintlike to the wind, knowing

Heaven moves
with its Irresistible weight.


Glen Wilson

Glen Wilson lives and works in Portadown, Co Armagh. He is Worship co-ordinator at St Mark's church Portadown #StMarksPortadown #Manna He has been widely published having work in The Honest Ulsterman, Foliate Oak, Iota, Southword and The Incubator Journal amongst others. In 2014 he won the Poetry Space competition and was shortlisted for the Wasafiri New Writing Prize. He was shortlisted for the Seamus Heaney Award for New Writing 2016. He is currently working on his first collection of poetry.

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