No filth too tough for them, you will be made clean
God's daughter, you can still be saved
Forgiveness will come, from an old wooden screen
But stained glass never made colours look more dull
Frozen stone catch your breath, on your knees
Sins reverberate off these walls, always
They will follow you through the trees
Hound you through the releases and uneasy freedoms
Robes will unfurl from flowers in the spring
Droning wasps of prayer in summer
Whispering judgements autumn winds will bring
Chastity in the fallen snow
Music will not drown the words of the priest
Poetry will not blur the lines of the gospel
You know what you do, when you lie with the beast
You know that you sin, you know what you do
But I will bless your tears and make holy water
Our clasping hands will make our own prayers
In dusklight we will kneel at our own alter
Let your sleeping breaths become my hymn
Earth's daughter, you can still be saved.
Image: Sophia Luu
Poem: Izzy Ryan