Saturday, July 12, 2008

a poem

They rise, halo’d
by the light and their own
wings. They rise

in joy and the sound
of more than one breath

breathing in.

We watch, lifting our
arms, our bodies, moving
to flight.

They all rise, holy
in the light and rising.

3 comments:

Th. said...

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"the sound / of more than one breath / breathing in"

Love it.

Anna B said...

love it as well. have you read the philip pullman books? because he has some interesting ideas about angels and i thought about that when i read your poem.

Ginsberg said...

Wings! But you need some backs in there. No, really, it's lovely.

 

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