A Portrait of Heaven, in Rose
A Year of Sonnets — 059/365
1 min readMar 15, 2019
They say that God will greet us when we leave
our burdens back aside the rainbow gate
regardless of the stories we believe:
we slip our iron bones, expatriate
beyond the breath of mourning, every light
wrought silver, sanctified against the taint
we carry to the gate: unending fight
abandoned. Every mortal made a saint,
for blinding scales shall fall from twisted…