Fly to God

Poem & Sounds by Ebony Hoorn

FEATURED SELECTION FROM OUR SPRING 2025 OPEN CALL

 Fallen echoes of supreme yearning

Masquerade as false pillars of light.

Who but you could grant me

That which I so deeply seek?

Unseen, yet I feel your love,

Threading through my very being.

Released from ropes once bound to a nind

Desperate to grasp, to cling, to know —

Yet it knows its final breath

Will shatter all,

And all that remains is your luminous light.

— Ebony Hoorn