Sing

CindyB

The sign comes in holy darkness,
Beheld by sinners and saints -
A thousand beliefs pulsing;
Desperate and perfect living blood
Beating out earth rhythms and wild spirit.
Sweet, beautiful creature -
Speaking your martyred truth;
A rush of words in an unknowable tongue,
The language of stardust and bone.
Stark, mute devils crumbling 
Under disastrous love,
Grip tightening before the fall,
My sonnet of devotion 
Passing into celestial hands -
Breath catching before the flood.
Rage. Soar.
Brave and bloodied, we sing.

  • Author: CindyB (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2019 00:21
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 54
  • User favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm..
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Comments1

  • Fay Slimm.

    Loud applause for this tribute to victorious love - must read this one over and over again and thank you Cindy - - am putting its message into my favourites.



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