September 30, 2019



We bustle

putting posters together

We light missionary candles

pass them to allies

or offer them to wondering eyes

But they are no match

for the Saints



Fae lighthouses in the smog


Walking by

The smoggy street’s people

Stop and question why we have gathered

why we’re so swept up

in what is only (to them) in newspapers

or on phone screens


The Saints

They guide them in to understand why



we’re cheering

Cheering loud enough to carry

high high up and far far away 

To the warring city of Saints overseas

Our arrows and our anthems sail

Because that is all we can do tonight


The light

That lighthouse shine

Carves a path and plants a seed

And now all I want to do, in the candle sea under the saints, is MORE.

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