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
Dear Rose,
I like how you used Epiphanying as a verb. Your work is such an amazing way to tie in the Magi with what is going on these days.
Blessings!
Laurel