Friday, January 11, 2013

Saint Agnes

Intense faith
Against Diocletian
Against degradation
A rise and fall—
falling as the Lamb.

Chaste body
Against fire
Against sword
A fall and rise—
rising above the apse.

I’ve been swept away
by the floods of doubt
as the Holy Spirit
tried to fill my soul.

Today, pulled to shore
by the arms of purity
Not my patron saint
but no less benevolent.

And now
a larger part of me
can believe.



First published in The Interzone Poets 4 (2006)

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