Gethsemani

Listen for the secret name

of God

that the sky prays

in April.

Something wild

and shining follows me

across the dark roof

at night.

My kindled heart

cracks into

lace and marble,

a silent room waiting gladly

for the auspicious weather of Christ

to meet me,

carrying nothing, new-born and

empty as light.

 

©Laura Sorrells 2012

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