Epiphany

The thing I know

Still

About

Epiphany-ing:

Cries of

This red

Earth

still

Heard

Cries

Of the

Slaughtered

Children

Of

God

Unable to

Breath

The wails of

Mourning

The promise

To send

Us

Children

all

Home by

Another way

Implacable hope

And impossible

Joy

Following

Some bright

And mourning

Starry Hope

To begin

Resurrection

Reconstruction

Again

By

Another

Pilgrim

Way

Home

The thing

I know

Still:

Glory

Glory

Glory