I see her, on the TV in this sports bar,
Tall and lithe and strong,
Haughty and proud and sure,
Like God’s favored angel.
Her smile is bright and sharp,
And her light cuts mortal flesh.
Eyes that know what there owed
And what you will give to her.
Yes, an angel, above earth,
Not touching the ground
As she wills her body and motion
Into holy and pure grace.
Pure and holy from hammering
And breaking and tearing away
All that was not the angel within,
Earning God’s favor with devotion.
A country girl. A child of the river
And the water, from the steppes
Golden and distant from dark streets
But within wishing distance of Eden.
I love her, and I adore her, watch her.
I watch her, but can’t bear to see her,
With the light that cuts my face open
And demands my abased devotion.
From a place like her, a dream given
In sacrifice in honor, while I went
To the somatic chambers, let my
Devotion wither to guilty words.
She is the prayer of all I left behind.