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| Photo by Dawn Sanborn |
"As for this temple you are building...I will fulfill through you the promise." -- 1 Kings 6:12
ENTER
by way of the hall...linger
skin brushing against structure,
having exfoliated connection to
the temple stones
which remain, unlike me,
stoically intact.
Above, to each side, pillars
risen and engraved with prophecy
...or is it merely
my wish...
Security and stability
dropping fruits of sin,
the pomegranates' sweet blood,
like that which
has seeped from these veins.
How long has it taken
to cleanse the past -- to be washed
from bronze basins fit
immaculately
into Cyprus wood
and left aglow?
To slip my soul back from
an ornamentation of scars
and cells gone astray?
Embellished
in fragrant spice and wrapped
in velvet...I wait
gilded in silence
as the sun rests
its
crown
upon me
And for a moment
adorned
in sapphire and emerald
I'll reign.
Michelle Fimon
©2011
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