Pilgrims Come to Pray

Pilgrims come to pray
Winds gust harsh and fast
The Earth quivers and shakes
Eduring an onslaught from above
A shaft of fire imbeds
Itself in the ground
The lands heave and shudder
As if in protest to the invasion
Mountains tremble
Electricity of the sky stabs
At their pebbled peaks
Chanting grows louder
To stave off the coming cataclysm
The huricane blows hot
Keening through white marble columns
The plains thrust themselves
Up to the lowering sky
Halves meet
The mountains crushed against
Blackness
Whole
Silence
The chant halts
Frozen in heat
Yet the wind still
Gusts around the
Columns of the temple
Pilgrims touch gently in triumph
Caught in the passage of time.
-KAS 3/25/94

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