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.
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