Susan E Ward

Despair in raging blackness
Assaults my lone ascent.

Hollow skeleton, empty arms,
Cold pillow by my head;

A curtain sliced through;
A way opened up;
Enters the Maiden
And drains the bloody cup.

Let me live in the fire of the Ashen Altar,
...
The Fire has Resurrection power.

A blackened web
A close-knit shroud
Encompasses the Earth

Green earth and the light mix a marvelous way
Restoring to earth life and breath.

Our eyes could grasp the vision
Too distant for those feebler of our elders,

We must rid ourselves
of the cynicism
of old age
or
we will miss
what God is doing
in the new generation.

A plus sign,
It’s not menopause.