Evensong

A Poem by Chelsea Fraser

Clouds stack themselves on top of nothing

Higher and higher and wider,

Flattening against an unseen floor

Above our heads.

Rounding upwards into the egde of space

Until a hidden Windstream

Blows them off, away

To dissipate into the breaths we take

Or burst—in tears at the beauty of such a world.

Tonight the clouds were roads for Elijah,

Orange fire pointed heavenward,

Wrapped in forward pillars of grey Presence,

Waiting to bring my soul to the throne of God.

Chelsea Fraser is a wife, mother, poet, musician, and arts director. She believes that the lived experience is art, that creation is art, and that we were made to participate in making beauty. Chelsea seeks to use the arts to build disciples of Jesus, and her work pays attention to the natural world which God has made, seeking to connect it to human moments. Chelsea holds a BA in English Literature and an MA in Organizational Communication. She has been published in Ekstasis Magazine.