the sunflowers (looming and wilting) weep.
in certain places, at certain times,
the groaning-exhalation for rest is more discernible,
our longing for the presence of glory.
we (in choral unison) proclaim:
“maránatha”: “our Lord come”
maránatha (to creation)
maránatha (to the captive)
maránatha (to the free)
Poem and photo taken from the 2021 edition of Artos, the literary journal of Bethlehem College & Seminary students. Photo: Epiphany by J. Rosenberg.