The Ancient Modern
Prodigal / Joshua Alan Sturgill
Sun like an anchor
dipped in the sea:
this exodus heralds redemption,
revealing and extinguishing
beauty’s fire. Glory
in our eyes
as we go to starve
in the country of night.
But by God
we outlast the Moon.
By God, remember a dawn
never seen. Paradise
is the unsquanderable inheritance.
You are its citizen.
Even while tending swine
you may summon your Father’s House
from sacred oblivion
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