What the Prophets Foretold
Elizabeth KirschnerWe sleep in the pure night
as though it were a nubile womb.
When we wake up, the sacred
touches us like a scar that needs healing.
The balm that surrounds the earth,
bathes us in the one glorious light
the prophets foretold before they turned
into liars and thieves.
Then we can board our boats,
fish a little without bait or hooks,
only to catch hold of something really big
and really open, like the infinite
cupped in a seashell. Pressed to our ears,
we’ll hear someone call us by name,
saying, “Come, come to the new life,
the one you forfeited on the day
you were born from a nubile womb.
The flowers there need holding,
as do you and you will be held
gently, ever so gently.”