Now, most beautiful

By the church where no-one prayed.
In the corner sat your angel.
Weeping dusty tears while the universe cracked.
This second of truth, in a century of lies.
That angels cried. That god was still alive.
Such grave confessions.
If we ripped open heaven.
It wouldn’t be sky anymore.
There wouldn’t be a dawn to tomorrow, to a day you prayed would end.
Only the maddening loop of the well packed past.
Your angel sits and frames a beauty as the sun sets.
And the moon once more floods the heart.
We’re just diamonds and tears in the moonlight.
Lapped by the evening tide.
So write you wish in the sacred book, between thin pages.
Keep your dreams and your wants quiet.
I will look away.
Hoping the secrets never include me.
Then pass the book to that little corner.
And let the earth break open once more.
As the ascent of man can only come again.
At the restoration, not the fall, of angels.
The filling of love in god’s teeth.
That cracked on the sweet destruction of the old you.

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9 thoughts on “Now, most beautiful

  1. Oh my goodness Mark. This is really quite wonderful. I loved the imagery! I read it out loud, so good! My absolute favorite part was:
    “So write you wish in the sacred book, between thin pages. Keep your dreams and your wants quiet. I will look away. Hoping the secrets never include me.”
    Ah! My heart! It’s so f-ing good!

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    • Oh wonderful. Thank you. I put a little more thought that usual into this one. Some thoughts that were scratching in my brain the past few days. Glad it found appreciative eyes.
      And I like that but too, everyone’s own personal bible. Thank you, honestly it’s supportive to know people enjoy what you put out, and get something from it. Which I’m sure you can attest to.

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  2. This whole entire poem feels absolutely exactly what is needed for all poets to embrace and dive right in. Driven beauty, and incredible well expressed.

    My favorite parts:

    “Your angel sits and frames a beauty as the sun sets.
    And the moon once more floods the heart.” Pure gold my friend.

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