Words by Meesha Williams. Art by Dowon Jung.
by Meesha Williams | August 27, 2022
The profound blue of Mary’s shawl
sweeps under the horizon
just as the glass joins
start looking like ant trails.
Candles pretend to die, momentarily,
as I stumble into the Psalm’s first verse.
Then the songs are folded.
The pastor reads “release them”
from a book that says relieve them,
and the organist responds –
his feet feeling for a holy shape
in the wood. ∎