I Cried Mercy

I was taken—so lost—my soul. I cried mercy—aloft illusion.

But fallin’ well—an ever-fall. Expose—such glory, my phoenix

Flame. Indeed, beckon God. For breathless death—a segue—

Immortal; and lifeless death, our resurrection. A halo—fell the

Earth—our deepest wisdom. And we love, similar to Peter.

The sun, buried—depth the soul, yearning sky. Alive—my love:

A risen prayer. And such the vision, to kindle flame. The

Purest burn, to tremble life; and tremor wave, a fulgent moon.

Alert the synod, my sophic gem: speak the feminine. Indeed the

Light, a woman’s heart; and falcon war, a mystic breath. But

Ever fall, our rising faith; and ever die, our gilt’d souls. My truth

Aflame—the harshest wind; and flaming kiln, a sun of life.

Imbue the rose, a coop of wings; and mural love, a graven soul.

Thus the light, a riddle born; and thus the heart, a mother torn.