Kit Kelen #664 - the chosen, their rapture

664

the chosen, their rapture

general ekphrastic, Córdoba

these eyes up hungry for light

all gold in halo after

the arrow stuck

those put to the sword

or fallen on

those with their heads on plates

or visited with angels

who speak with the air

beatific in milky breasts (don't bite!)

those burned for witches

whose hearts glowed true

cherubs, seraphs

those great in quill

or nose in tome

flagellants

the great ones with a church in hand

or better, a cathedral

those hailing each own revelation

those lifted as in flight

the one who's nailed up upside down

these now the skeletal remains

or even just a toenail left

these well lit

the priestly

and the ones at war

the swooners

all well wept

who dreamt the big dream

whom animals, as children, adore

the lamb

the fish

the dove

ones falling

and ones risen as up in a thermal

the heaven sent or lent

the one baptising with the linen hat

the one to take the plunge

the grey beard papa looking on

the cloud-through peering angels fog

so many with their faces half gone

all cracked with time

the bowed

the unbreasted

horse drawn

and rocket launched

hands prayer clenched

silent ones so much seen

so certain

who were forgiven

because they asked

so proud of their humility

what can this world be to them?

this moment is their glory