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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