Her Child Shall Endure Both Waste and Fire

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.