When so much is taken
in anger and terror — a thunderclap
that shocks the breath from us,
porous vessels,
we cast about for light
among shards.
We dwell in a ruined garden,
tasting what’s bitter
from the tree of knowledge —
too much frailty,
too much Cain and Abel,
too much chaos and Babel.
We reach to touch souls
as luminous as mirrors
so we might reflect light
back to each other.
