Golgotha | Sojourners


A poem

Very soon now the light shall die.
The Great World will be rent—
ashes, sobbing seraphim, calves
born with crabbed feet. Rain
then the absence of rain.
Wild thunder pounds in my head.

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Sojourners Magazine May-June 2000
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