Shekinah Glory


Poem written at Cozy Cafe, Whitestone, New York
November 30, 2010, 5:08 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

Everything built is potential ruin
or venerated relic.
Most ecstatic proclamations
die with us.
New views from burning revelations
ultimately forgotten.
Fading photographs with no context
pile in boxes.
Prayers released in earnest solitude
stiffen with death.

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