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2 0 1 8 T U S C A R O R A R E V I E W

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T U S C A R O R A R E V I E W 2 0 1 8

A R T

WHENCE COMES HEAVEN

Sarah Bigham

Come to me

as dappled light seeps through ancient oaken branches,

illuminating everything but you

Come to me

while doves peck aimlessly at pavement, wings

forgetting how to soar

Come to me

after long-grooved roads abruptly end, dust

gathering your tears

Come to me

your inner sister, behind your ribs, in the catbird seat

sitting just below your heart

Come to me

we will keep you, here within you,

protecting you, from the dark

John Nelson, Study of shadow and Light: Calla Lily – Photograph