Quietly Making Noise

Tag: national poetry month

  • The Day Love Wins

    My song belies my tumultLonelyI grapple for understandingIn a chamber full of confidants My world convulsingStill in the liminalI feel sorrow but also hope Hands of saints pull me from the ashes for his death has saved me We are one body But set ourselves adrift in the sea of judgment It is not devotion…