Advent
by E Therese
a page found
of her story
in her own hand
man's most secret journal
stepping outside
to read in sacred
sentiments that do not appear
unless by starlight
in my possession
somehow, shaken
putting great distance
marching a long trail
...creating a long space between
me and man
ah woman, if she yet be
must you be my own
a parting gesture
wrinkled and wrapped,
not yet torn
she speaks unworthy
she speaks great fear
unleashing demons and sin
and greed
the purest of hearts
on great wide open perch
professing depth of living
and dying
her own death of spirit
of journeying to such a great
length
with such speed
so unknown
already alarmed at the
tear of heart
that giving must lend
on such a girl
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Advent
By Rae Armantrout, Poetry JULY 2009
In front of the craft shop,
a small nativity,
mother, baby, sheep
made of white
and blue balloons.
*
Sky
god
girl.
Pick out the one
that doesn't belong.
*
Some thing
close to nothing
flat
from which,
fatherless,
everything has come.
