Soir Terese of Jesus*
At midnight she awoke
and slipped into a sea
of kaleidoscopic caves of light
like a diver over virgin reefs.
The sounds of earth collapsed
as she drifted down the flashings
sailing past angelic kelp
fields waving her along
falling fathom sluices through
coral caverns gleaming grace
homing toward the golden canyon
where every moment has a name.
There her flesh was motionless
like a blinded doe
until His gaze transfixed her face
and she swooned, rinsed her skin
the glow of
welling up inside her breast
suspended like a sparkling feather
stilled in innocence until
sleep returned her to her surface dreams.
Jerome L. McElroy
*Accepted in The Penwood Review (Spring 2008).