christian poetry

do not turn your head
weak-winged is song
in the dark and peace of my final bed
the darkness
music i heard with you was more than music
i went up and down the streets
to be able to see every side of every question
sweet with fern and rose
i am a woman
in an old chamber softly lit
when the wind works against us in the dark
brother, i am fire
i cannot always feel his greatness
that year