Psalm 97


Psalm 97

clouds shroud peaks

like marriage veils,

lightning splits cataract    sky.

flames bound

like souls sighing out of bodies

as lava-fingers liquefy

rock and scree.

mountains melt like wax.

on molten sea

i sail into your bosom:

that dawn-warmth that

dabs sweat and callouses

with moist kisses

till the shrouds of peaks

fall with the rustle of satin.

Jason Vaz, SJ, is a Jesuit scholastic studying theology at Regis College, University of Toronto.

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