father, fill me w/ beauty
& call me beyond
to a training in weight & grandeur
& the glory of small birds.
& father, teach me yr depths & yr heights
& the silences that fill you
and fill me! pull back the tatter of ribs
& take out the stone that sits there,
replace it w/ the gospel
of dawn birds—father, if only
the right words were here this world
would be born anew—what is this thing
you’ve placed in me that shines
w/ precarious substance?
“noctilucent” by Matthew Pfaff was originally published in Rock & Sling in 2013.
Art & Theology 
Beautiful!
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I just read this poem to Tim on our drive home from an event – we loved learning that there’s a name for those luminous night cloud, and we loved all the words of the poem, and your artful pairing with such an ethereal visual. Tim asked me if I correspond with you and I said I mean to every day! and he said why not just do it now so I am!
Thank you for the gifts you send so frequently in these posts and musings.
Blessings! Ellen
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+J.M.J+ Amazing! I have never read poetry quite like that! Beautiful artwork too! Thank you for posting!
Your brother in Christ,
Anthony
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Lovely work, Victoria – too lovely to appear w my slender verse
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