let this evening fire explode in my soul
following twisted paths to uttermost end
burning, cleansing, burning all the way
no vein left untouched by heaven’s sword
only color and light left
to spill out of me into the night
let the dripping hues wash down
over this troubled land, this troubled people,
and sink deep into the earth
into waiting roots, hearts, hands
find a way into the fearful crevices
teaching us how to breathe
these nightly sky-tide blessings
musical intervals of future wisdom
woven symphonic lullaby blanket
over our sleepy heads
but somewhere within the twisting sweetness
a delicate note of revelation:
the echo of a choice