SAINT JULIAN PRESS POET
THUS SAITH THE LORD (TRANSPOSED FOR SOPRANO)
“For thus saith the Lord of hosts: yet once,
It is a little while, and I will shake...”
She closed her Bible with its gilded front,
Then opened it again, a double take:
“The heavens, and the earth...the sea...the land;
And I will shake all nations, and the desire
Of all nations shall come” under His hand?
Under our brick gothic revival spire?
Where? “and I will fill this house with glory.”
Which house? cathedrals? Or the synagogues?
Which house? My house? Could it be my body,
This torso, the temple of the living God?
She thought of her breasts in a white light flood.
The sermon moved on. The prophesy stood.
“Thus Saith the Lord (Transposed for Soprano)”
appeared in Language and Culture.
Anne Babson © 2019