Rapture
Photo by Stephanie Hanno Photography
A Poem by Kendall Miller
In the waiting room we built burning
cathedrals and fashioned plastic calves,
laid bare in government-issued sunlight.
Hope, still, outlined in red.
Hours spent baptized in blue light,
setting the table for noise and nothing.
It is still there, the time. She waits in
the soft mercy of another morning,
in the aching joints, in the bended knee.
The beautiful. The brave.
Please do not forget you are alive.
Do not forget the Word
of life, and life abundant.
Kendall Miller is a writer from Hanover, Ohio who currently lives and writes in Nashville, Tennessee. She is passionate about writing as an agent of healing, especially prose and poetry that points to the inexhaustible love and hope found in Christ.
