Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Supplicant by Sarah Russell

At the Cathedral of St. Anthony,
guardian of the lost,
I light a candle, pray for you --
not because I believe,
but because I am helpless.
Telling you I understand is cheap.

Instead I make a wish, light my worry 
from another worry's flame --
burn wax and wick, my plea 
reduced at last to soot 
in a bed of sand, hoping 
for saint or god or angel's wingspan 
wide enough to shelter flickering souls.

Sarah Russell has returned to poetry after a career teaching, writing and editing academic prose.  Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Kentucky Review, Misfit Magazine, Red River Review, Ekphrastic Magazine, and Black Poppy Review, among others.  More poems at

1 comment:

  1. Wow! Beautiful and heartfelt, Sarah. I love this piece. Congratulations :)