Archives For glory

Can glory be wrapped up in nouns

or tied with verbs, like string? 

It seems like a disservice

when fireworks break at my ribs

and embers shower down

and Billows blow to flame. 

 

I scuff my shoes, apologize

for words that leave their tracks

all over holy ground.

But, what if glory wait for words—

each word a branch, a leaf, 

a bush through which to blaze? 

 

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