This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Anna Key.
No. 100
Eternal moon, when your mortal light was placed
between the true sun and our eyes, you didn’t mar
his image; rather, you offered us a mirror
in which to gaze upon his divine light. Faced
with the dense black veil of original sin, you laced
your sweet veil of prayer and light over us; married
to the truth, you transformed our sinful nature more
and more, making what was dark and heavy, what was waste
and void, into a heavenly body radiant
and light. With the clarity that you take from him,
the darkness of night is banished, and your calm, silk
light tempers his heat; riding the gradient
invisible of your silver light, our dim
souls grow bright, nurtured by your pure milk.
Anna Key’s poems and essays have been published or are forthcoming in Dappled Things, Convivium and Evangelization & Culture.
