An untitled, unfinished poem for Transfiguration Sunday

One on the plain, with water and a dove

falling from the mouth of God, feathers chalking words

onto the sky, its beak a piercing kiss;

one on the mountaintop between the cairns,

with fiery Spirit, lightning bright and thundering love,

hailing acclamation …

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One Response to An untitled, unfinished poem for Transfiguration Sunday

  1. kvennarad says:

    Leave it as it is, maybe?

    M
    __________
    Marie Marshall
    author/poet/editor
    Scotland
    http://mairibheag.com
    http://kvennarad.wordpress.com

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