I have seen him enter the moonlight, have seen him calm the holy breath & restore the quiet life to that from which breath & life had lain departed. And I have been chilled by him, have disliked him suddenly, even while lowering to my knees. Where you & I have lit the red-glassed candles, I have come upon him upon the mossy, cold stones. I have turned my hands up in the whitening air, in the pour of rain beating there. And I have plummeted, evil-anointed, down through smoke of oak & aspen. What words can I speak, in the crash of the city, to worship—eye to eye— among the dark burnt ashes?
Krista Canterbury Adams has studied poetry at Ohio Dominican University and The Ohio State University in Columbus, Ohio. Her poem “Resurrection” has been published in print and online. She has a six-poem series due to be printed this spring in AHF Magazine.