On the Ascension of John Winchester

A Year of Sonnets — 045/365

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When everything is ended, will The Lord
beyond all hope repay their soldiers’ grief?
In all the symbolism, splendor, chords
made light and Holy; in the disbelief
will every wound be healed, though drawn by Hell
or will they in their shame hold Heaven fast?
Will anything, in truth, ever be well?
Will radiance persist? Will shadows last?

The Hall of Heaven halts: an angry man
now stands in gnarled light before the door
his voice, devoid of praise, holds a command:
“Tell me, you bastard, what was it all for ‽”

But God will hold their silence for a time,
complicit always in the devils’ crime.