Pastor is an Oregon writer, and author of the poetry collection Bower Lodge which will be launched by Fernwood Press in December. That sunset for the world, which shall turn to
![temple of ascending flame torrent temple of ascending flame torrent](https://c8.alamy.com/comp/KP2DJB/heaven-ascending-peak-near-sing-chang-met-dp165570-289291-KP2DJB.jpg)
That sword dragged sharp on sidewalk brick, That maiden-cry, that blossom and that slit, To our first boad glimpse of Mother-master, that star in burning web, “is a type, a revelation, this” (rinsing a chipped bowl)īut it is all here, all in this first loveĪll us eight-legged puppies come happy to the hatch, “and this,” I thought (all soapy at the wrists), The worn and flattering bag, rejoicing, rejoicing To a sac of eggs just at the hatch, where Slinging light, each syllable a humming crystal egg, a snapping diode, Then mine, each syllable a prism of ground glass, Just now, a star that speaks only its own name Gone flop, gone adolescent in my joy, everyīecause I see a star come over the horizon In Praise of the Light by Maryanne HannanĪnd I have gone all clumsy in the tongue, This poem relates to Paul’s teaching in Ephesians 5. She has taught art intermittently at the Art Gallery of Algoma. His leading yields my feet in reassurance acrossĪnne Laidlaw is an artist, poet, and writer ― originally from Edinburgh, Scotland ― who lives in Sault Ste Marie, Ontario. He genuflects to wash my feet and gives me time to gather what music I need
![temple of ascending flame torrent temple of ascending flame torrent](https://www.pdffiller.com/preview/387/123/387123369.png)
Then the loom of love weaves warp and weft. When two become one, he surrenders first ― his body to me and crosses myįrozen precipice of fear and his self-death invites our vow. On cue and her tongue bitten dry with silence. Like she, who is bruised, so politely, behind closed doors, unable to genuflect Like Mary, a woman caught slacking in serving skills, accused by assumption