"heirs of ruin and resurgence"
under jacaranda twilight we gather
fragments of faith in soot and song
Blake’s children chant from chimney–stones
“love is pain in gated gardens”
Bradstreet kneels by infant graves
her piety braided with tears—
“hope, a phoenix in scripture’s margins”
Mahon’s modern psalm rings hollow
steel sermons in concrete aisles—
“isolation our newest altar”
Larkin slips hymns into his pocket
quizzing empty pews: “what holds when belief is gone?”
Arnold stands on battered shores
waves erasing fragile creeds—
“faith dissolves in salt and sigh”
and still we search
[doctrine is dust and spark]
we trace each promise’s quiver
in cinders where kings once swore
snipping deadwood dogma to coax new shoots
coaxing wild creed from sacred ash
[enchain my spirit in blaze]
Kairos revelation unfurls—
a tempest in gumboots, no map for grace
each dissent a quiet claim
this small world bent to our own way
hold fast the lone spark—
let its heat reshape our covenants
and crown us heirs of ruin and resurgence