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