Monday, April 12, 2010

St. Michael (patron of paratroopers, police officers, mariners, grocers, paramedics, the sick)

Quis ut Deus?

who is like God?

your name is its own

rhetorical question

are you one of us?

one of our adversaries?

a son of light or

a son of darkness?

heaven bleeds like a wound

made of light, a cut

straight to the core.

reach the end of time,

never look back.

fight with those golden fists,

throbbing heart beneath

silver breastplate.

this world is its own

fiery furnace.

look down from your mountain.

lean out over the edge. enlighten us.

your wings are swift.

your breath drives out sin

like a golden bullet

straight to the devil’s heart.

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