Anchor

By Elvira

My Anchor,
as I
walk on water:
You                              held my hand
until my Eyes left
your face.

People             shunned           me

The Storm       raged
Yes, I saw
and was purified,
By Fire             consuming       mortal
Remains

On the Hollowed pillar,
the conflagration calls:
the Sun hides,
for it no longer is superior!
We       are       purified
by the VISAGE
of GLORY
Pain no more.
Just Radiant
Laurels
Joan
felt

May 2015

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