The Ageless, Sacred Crescendo

The Ageless, Sacred Crescendo

Haydin Olivia Oechsle

there is a melody
an ageless, sacred crescendo
echoing from deep to deep;

all our wayward walls
and sharp-toothed towers,
thrown together in a fearful scramble
to distinguish right from wrong,
they won’t save us.

like a wild wind pouring over our fortress
like a candle flickering in the blackest night
we find, astonished;

The Light has broken through.
Heaven has come down,
Hands and Knees,
to look us in the face
and whisper
“Enter In.”

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Haydin Olivia Oechsle
Poet & Photographer

Photography by Haydin Olivia Oechsle