Arrested

Spiritual Poetry

 

The electrical lines cut the sky into strips of pale blue,
as the sun washed over them,
giving my earthly dome the appearance of
A mirror fractured.
Did I see my own face reflected?

I stared up, trying to pierce the atmosphere
By force of concentration, to see beyond
To God himself.
Was He gazing down now?

Like a detective outside an interrogation room,
Was He gazing down through this window-sky
That lets in, and never out… except by His consent?
If we confess, can we reach past the glass and be set free?

A bird settled upon a crack- a power line- my metaphor dashed.
She began to sing that sad, sad tune- a mourning dove.
Was it a confirming requiem she sang?
Did He send an angel in tawny array to say:
“Yes- I see.”

 

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photograph by Sarah Babineau

 

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VK Lynne

VK Lynne is a writer and musician from Los Angeles. She penned the award-winning web series 'Trading on 15', and her writing has been published in Image Curve, The Elephant Journal, GEM Magazine and Guitar Girls Magazine. She has authored lyrics for three of her own solo albums and for the bands Vita Nova, stOrk, and The Spider Accomplice.

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