Revelation 2:17: A Poem
by Carolyn Shultz | 13 April 2018 |
A smooth white stone.
Mystery-white like Melville’ s whale?
Alabaster—
Or perhaps a new-made onyx
Forged in the last prolific fires
That purge and permute the once clean earth
To Earth again.
Inscribed, John says.
Ur-Hebrew? Apocalyptic Greek?
I think I’d fancy
Strange new shapes and lines
Bound in a secret symbol
Stamping recognition marrow deep
Creating in the blinking of a soul
When flesh meets stone in an eternal clasp,
The name that tells me who I am.
Carolyn Shultz is Professor Emerita of English at Walla Walla University, where she taught for 35 years. She lives in College Place, WA and enjoys all the free time she has for reading.
