Holy Land

a poem from a year or so ago.

Holy Land

look —look

along the line of this earth

look- look

the saints still weep

look- I see not a Holy Land

But a land grasping for holiness

look-look at her

she is history walking past you

look- look

but do you see

look- and she shall be gone

before you remember a prayer

Beatrice n.

cover image from summer last year, running around rural churches with my film camera.