In sapphire light they gather
And are gathered by God
An assembly of cowls
Men hidden inside their souls
So the world cannot peer in
Eyes bright as pearls
They read about Him
In the tiny, curved places
Where God’s ear is closest
His voice clearest
In the serifs, parentheses,
Apostrophes, the calligraphy
Of creation and apocalypse both,
Light and wounds
The one in the other when
The Word enters in silence.
They have become adjectives
Seeking the only noun that counts.
