We bottom out alone and find ourselves
doing time in murky soul cells.
Alone? No, all one with You: waiting,
crying, fearing bottomless descent,
we glimpse Your human face and outstretched arms.
Your indelible Love Light fills death’s void.
We love You from the bottoms of our hearts;
in cell groups with other down-and-outers
we practice dancegiving anthems.
If on this holiday we give You
glossy praise (I thank you that I am
not like other people–evildoers…
or even like this tax collector)
call us back to Your bottom line, Love.