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Mountains Rise From The Plains

He anoints her womb, the belly skin,

with holy water unblessed.

He anoints her, blesses her,

not with authority, only his love.

He anoints her, maybe a mother

to be, maybe staying in South Knoxville.

The river, dirty and dark, under the bridge.

The clean water comes from the rain.

She takes his hand, his hand still wet from

the anointing, choosing her as queen.

Touching is a prayer of trust, and angels

fear it the most when they whisper prophecies.

Henley Street becomes Chapman Highway,

or it can go into the interstate, mountains or plains.

Plains where she came from, outside Lincoln,

the wind blowing the seed into her womb.

The mountains where he called down angels,

angels for prophecies, or what the light stole.

The clear pools of water, her anointing, her pride,

and his heretical grace; maybe she’s a mother to be.

The mountains rise above the plains, but we cannot

raise above soft mad skin, grace a whisper on a sunbeam.

She tells him on the plains the Angel of Death left his hand,

and asked for the hand of a simple prairie queen.

He tells her, the witches are clean in the hills, and prophecy

is to guide the light into your heart, not what is yet to come.

The clear water in the pools from the rain, anointing her womb,

and what may come yet, a vision of hope and a gamble.

He kisses her softly, and she runs her fingers through his hair.

Evening colors, she anointed as queen, maybe a mother to be.

Ever Tender Light

She walks in the blue shimmering light of the aquarium.

Muted and soft, wavering over her, softening dark eyes.

Dance of shadow on jacket slits for her lost angel wings.

We watch the mermaid show among enraptured children.

Bright tails and otherworldly smiles and crowns of gold hair.

The children can touch the world beyond the water; Heaven.

We feed the rays, and she remembers her first emanation,

when God took her by the hand to show her all of His creation.

She remembers how she’d spent a sweet eternity lost at sea.

We sit watching various creatures swim and look curiously

into the blue, vibrant and hushed blue, like His ever tender light.

She takes my hand in hers, whisper those words that answer birth.