Jesus Saves

Jesus saves pebbles, all our loss, each win,
Trees on a hilltop, fish, and broken wings.
His lips hold secrets that we sense within.
Has He saved me? Perhaps he has. These things,
Larger than panoramas, rough as rope.
Though not so vast as joy in sunsets, Bach,
He takes, what holds the slightest bit of hope;
What lies within my heart under a lock
That keeps some stings within a special place.
Though they still prickle, decades later on,
He seems to want events we can’t erase;
Creates a transformation in their place
To gold that might have graced the heads of kings—
Jesus saves stings.

A former Wilbur Fellow and six-time nominee for a Pushcart award, in 2007, she has published three books, Measured By Song, Making Music. As one of two finalists in the 2013 Aldrich Press Poetry Book Award, Cook was awarded publication of the manuscript for The View From Here, her third book I During Poetry Week 2014, The Poetry Collecftion at SUNYAB, Buffalo, published Cook’s chapbook of her work. Poems and essays by Sally Cook have appeared in numerous magazines and journals such as Blue Unicorn, Chronicles, First Things, The Formalist Portal, Light Quarterly, Lighten Up Online, National Review, Pennsylvania Review, Trinacria and other venues, both print and electronic. The poet is also a painter of Magic Realist paintings. She began as an exhibitor in Manhattan’s Tenth Street Co-operative Galleries, moved into geometrics and went on from there. Her work has been exhibited at many leading galleries and museums and represented in national collections.