Grace

The angel stepped into the deep canyon of vermillion tones
forgetting she could fly above the jagged edges of this land
perhaps.

The gentle knight dismounted a steed unable to pursue
his quest through walls of ice, cliffs of icy diamonds and blades
certainly.

A damsel had flown for safety from monsters unseen in a dream
her silky gown in rags sparkling with ruby and pearl in
Misery.

The child had lost his way chasing freedom through the rainbow
bruising delicate knees in awe at the feeling of first pain looking
upward.

Thinking of a lost Eden under the giant eye of the sky
child, lady, knight, angel find refuge in the mysterious organs
and soar.

Upon the wings of unwavering faith, they find freedom
fathoming below a scene of death in a sea of forgotten lives,
at last.

Night sets on the centuries gone in fiery bursts
taking along the strange visitors as they sublime into infinite
grace.

Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.