A fearsome light

Written by: Jan Thie

Where the nail meets the wrist
and the tree tops explode
in a firework of birds,
going off in a wild change of heart

and a murmur of clouds
now gets caught in the light
of the razor-sharp wings
of angels, restored to the sky,

there I stand and I sing,
from the rooftops of hurt
and the ashes of dreams
and the emblems of hope:

in this place of truth,
in this fearsome light,
I must turn to you,
till the end of love and time.