Poetry

Dawn Prayer

Lift up your heads, O gates;
rise up, you ancient portals,
that the king of glory may enter.

Psalm 24: 7

Let the bleak & angled
light enter
the earth & its barbed mangle.
Its power

will alter you, who
could admit
no light, you, entombed
like a twig

encased in ice, as night
begins to flee
the slowly emerging
trees, you who see

death, death in all things
incubating,
& not its bless├ęd
opposite.

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