Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Arise

Sometimes

she’s still afraid

blood-lava waves will

suffocate her shadow wraith,

 

but says the sanctified will surely rise

through the dark, through a window in the sky,

cloaked in divine wind that blows the cloud curtains

across the pearl of Heaven’s floor, opening fortress doors.


Amethyst Review, January 2018



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