Holy Order
stone for stone the building
had begat during
the nature of sudden
earthquakes a calling of holiness
beyond the greatness
of st Francis of assist
while my eyes focused on
the smaller pebbles being tossed
about the raw gravel throughout
such graveness why
I never questioned him I could only
witness the coming before me
his hands held my face upward
as the brightness covered
his image for small moments glimpse's
of his eyes bathed me
within a sorrowful notion
that this life was only the beginning
he expressed disaster and omens
were necessary benefactors
to calm his own wrath
beneath my whithered soul
Copyright © Yolanda Joy Nicholsen | Year Posted 2011
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