Vincent O'Connor

Brenda

Vincent O'Connor
Brenda


My heart cries
as the evening sighs
itself out in
profound color.
Pieces of your promises
are present for the
burial. No rising
Lazarus
despite all the yeast
of God’s word.


© 1981 by Vincent O’Connor. All rights reserved.
First published in Satori, Vol. 13
Photo by the author