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

All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2023 by Joshua Alan Sturgill. All rights reserved.

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