Light of Christ She held it cupped in her wrinkled palms, across her lifeline, it burned And fragmented and grew. She peered in, squinting hard, Hands to nose Stars igniting in her eyes. She clenched it then, tightly Pushed it away with the force of her now elongated arm, like a sigh, or fainting, or … Continue reading a poem for Advent
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“your life is hidden with Christ”
Wrapped in your own appendages Fetally bowed: Warm, blind, elastic Gently burrowed Swaddled, Swallowed. By the soft skin of Your mother’s fluid Arms Under brown earth Under dragging feet, under The whimpers and Shouts and snarls Of Toil. Your heart beats loud With the hum of Happy Solitude. Awaking then to Endless, White, Blankness (here, … Continue reading “your life is hidden with Christ”
time and season
I wrote this in May, but I feel that sense of nostalgia - of hope and loss - now, too. Your limbs half bare in May in Florida Resisting summer or too lazy, or dying? Your limbs grew wild outstretched and crooked in those early days before you really knew you were alive Do you … Continue reading time and season
Leah Wise 