OBJECT TO BE DESTROYED/ Man Ray
THANK YOU, Tess, for Magpie Tales....
Great saints, even Joan and Polycarp,
having doubt at the final bind to the tree,
reach through the burn for the brass ring.
What if heaven's eye opens to darkness,
time is a click, nothing more,
and a name engraved on a stone
is all there is? Born and died,
a box of days, laid in the earth.
Martyrs sway with their last breath,
hearing a requiem
as they approach the endless blaze,
sputter like twigs,
try to take wing,
find their soul,
grab hold of the savior's hem.
Copyright/ all rights reserved/ 2012