The Way of the Righteous

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The Way of the Righteous


When I was dying, my heart called out
Why, my Lord,

but you cut me off.
And out of the desert country rose
flowerlike a seat of domes                              I can't really visualize what this means; what kind of domes and a seat for whom?
that in its imposition seemed
eager to consume the sun,

floods that washed away the sand 
like you washed feet,
streams that carved their way through rock
like you tore veils,
trees that were born of fossil seeds
like you raised the dead,

and (as if invited by your placid
gaze) a dusty wind that blew through the church      scouring?    where did the church come from?
and scraped away your face---

were you gone so long?

Hi River, just a couple of notes.   Enjoyed the read.