In Reverence: prayer for Mckinney

11400972_10205275117612190_2196381845207225146_n

The violence of a sunset:
light breaking on the horizon,
like bones, and spirits
at their unholy feet. They feel they have won. Foolish.
We are in awe at your beauty.

It is darkest before the dawn.
On My Mama
They mock your warning as weakness.
See your flesh as gaps in armor.
On My Mama
Cannibals lurking
Zombies zoned on the zeitgeist
On My Mama
But shadows don’t linger,
dispersed by a rising sun.
Tides turn:
Battles lost become wars that are won.
Bones heal, wounds seal, and
sutras become movements
that can’t be killed.

The violence of a sunrise:
light breaking on the horizon,
welcoming a new day.
On my mama

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s