Invoking "all the lessons they ever taught me / about ordination in the ordinary," he reflects on members of his family, affirming attachments of marriage and blood. Beyond those immediate ties lie the connections of history-which take him to ancient Egypt, wartime Virginia, and Greece under Nazi occupation-as well as the broader bonds of struggling to love neighbors and strangers: a panhandler on a city street, an inmate in a county jail, a nun at a convent window, a fellow passenger in a subway car. In trying to make and maintain any of these links, Cushman avoids lapses of sentimental piety, admitting instead, in the words of the title poem, "I worship the sacred and savor the profane."
Deftly balancing reverence and irreverence, the poems in Cussing Lesson both bless and curse. Whatever mode Cushman chooses and whatever form he employs, connections made by heart and head find their expression in his finely tuned confluence of words.
