Singing Sacred Ones
When things become invisible, they turn
To something like the Holy Ghost. They might
Come back like torching tongues of fire to burn
Above apostles’ hair, or come at night
Like floating space ships filled with promise, hope,
And scales. Or things become unseen when they
Mount up beyond our closed in earthly scope
Like space probes knocked off course and gone astray.
More often things are lost to sight since time
Sees them go round a corner or a bend,
Or, as with hymning, fluttering wings, they climb
Beyond low grayish clouds to seek their end.
..The Gospel writers tell us saints will rise
….Above like sterling skylarks to Christ’s skies.
~ Phillip Whidden