She Ascends Impending tide of night, The suns folding light, Day begins its noble retreat. Candle lit windows, darkly draped, Twinkle, glow, and diminish, Like the eyes of a child, After prayer, falling to sleep. Through the glass pane, a belly of rain, A harbinger of life, and death, untold. Heralding winds, Natures rhapsody begins, Challenging the most faithful of souls. Thus hangs the form of Christ crucified. As linear planes, juxtaposed, Jettison the suns waning stream. Her voice, divine, her prayers sublime. Eternal suffering, Divinity brings. Quietly she kneels to genuflect. Burdened with Faith, a dying light, And torn, luminescent wings. Francis Michael Flanagan 2014
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 05:12:36 +0000
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