Chaire Mariam

she is the covering Robin’s egg blue skies
that rise like promise before my red-rimmed eyes,
and fall like forever-water behind my broken back;
sweeping robes to my black left and my weak right –
the only one to hold the blazing son in her arms
and sing all-father to sleep with lullabies as homilies

Gloria! Gloria! Gloria!

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