Richard Spilman

Jul 2, 2024 | theotherjournal.com | Kait Dugan |Richard Spilman

Wave of the priestly hand,and the lights slowly dim. “Sin,” he says, “is darkness,though what seems so darkto us is but a shadowof the greater gloomwe’re too naive to see. Its waters close round,and the grace we breathelike air departs as we drown.”His words weary me. I don’t need a shadow playto conjure up the murkten thousand metersfrom the sun’s quickening heat.