A Tear in the Firmament
A Poem by Courtney Moody
a startail long as
a dragon’s claws and
just as sharp, tears
a hole through clouds
that hover above
the face of Creation,
with a rip that sounds
like angels singing;
space and time open
for Heaven to trickle
through in luminary
rays and beams, anoints
unassuming heads:
the introvert woman
keeping glory pondered
in her treasure-box heart
the fiancé with scars
on his hands that will
mimic his raised Son
the ones who smell like
grass, mud, and the sweat
of lambs bundled in wool
the ones who follow
charts and signs to seek
a yet unknown divine
starlight must fade but
a puncture will grow;
like a baby’s cry
this doorway to hope
cannot be ignored
but embraced without
a backwards glance.
Heaven’s Son smiles
and constellations
whisper to the listeners:
the nightveil is torn,
the One who sparked
us will ignite you too.