Of the sweltering silence,
out come
imaginations of fertility,
the kernel who blossoms,
her child
shall endure
both waste and fire,
wrath and the solitude indeed
with inexorable faith
of rage, of revolutions,
of totality and praise,
the all-enduring ascension of the soul
out of flames and into God,
impossibly made.
01/01/2017
Richmond