The Shimmering Years Poem by Shannon Walker

Shimmering Emily
Hides the sun
The way that our Lady
Of Fatima did when She
Eclipsed the sun
On that October day

A hundred years ago.
But what of the angels?
Do they, in wonder, stare at her
The way they stared at Her,
The way that I, a mere man, must
When he sees his daughter walking away

In her shimmering years.
And so, what is now left
But to let my hair
Grow long and straggly,
Like a Nazarene,
And wait for the King.