I begged for tongues the way that I was taught—: hanala si ke andana—: whispered close. Was this the Holy Spirit that I sought?—: Bashful tongue drawing silence from my throat. Trinity lesson, clicked behind my teeth, Welling like memory I stood to receive There at the altar. Blood that flowed beneath Scripture an ocean gave me to believe. Atlantic, how you sing to me my own! Rhythm of roar and stillness, treasured still, Hushed in my marrow ] shut up in my bones! [ Less like a fire than crash and salt of will Preserving as the sunset breathes the sky, Parsing the wave's lip pressed into a sigh.... Copyright © 2018 Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon. Used with permission of the author. |
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