Jill Bergkamp

A pane breaks into water as we enter deathand burial to imitate Christ. Faith is measuredthis way, by one’s willingness to submitto what one cannot comprehend. We rise up...

On the barren road you speak my name,offer me a drink. That morningat the well Jacob rolled the stone away asif it were straw. What a manwould do for me then. He told me...

So she took a look back,what did it matter?Her city ablaze,righteous anger engulfing it.Would you look if you knewthe Holy Just Onechose your city to demolish—...

          For JayAt night your children askin cries for you to come to themIn the space between sleep and light...