elysabeth faslund Poems
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I am woman and I have borne the Torah on a gold cloth
Over my shoulder.
I have consecrated its dust-leadened parchment,
Cradling the scrolls into temple darkness...
Clicked-shut the doors, saddened and empty.
I am of childbearing age...
I am crimson with life.
I have touched the Ark.
I have read the Covenant.
I cannot lighten the laws of heaven.
I have nothing to do with clouds or sin, but
I could have shown them where Eden was hidden...
The forgotten way going home again.
I have caressed the male god on his couch
In a ghost-haunted room, a ...
Sandstone talons etched your name, tested your ripeness,
Signaled to eagle-high ledges...
A foot rose, fell, and your soul was at one with the peak.
You became one with the mountain...
Did it become one with you...
Did you both journey higher, lower, or to the side.
Hard to hide a mountain, easy to cover a soul,
Until Eternity's dust settles...
Other mountains, other souls, waiting within the air.