Lola Wavers Honey slows the speed of light it bears to opalescence, its silence worth more than prayers. The air has turned to syrup, it bears her into quiet luminescence, its honey slows the speed of light. It shears from her the husk of sin, which scares her—into shame, not gratitude. But acquiescence to silence is worth more than prayers or penance. The calm light prepares her for its grace, its healing phosphorescence, honey slowing the speed of light, it flares then holds her still. The light declares itself a prayer, an ascendance into silence worth more than prayers. But she’s not ready yet. She still cares for, clings to, her faults, though their allure lessens as honey slows the speed of light it bears to silence worth more than prayers.
This poem is from an unpublished collection titled The Ecstasy of St. Lola. They consider a young nun named Sister Lola who experiences a profound religious experience.
A poet, professor, and editor, Richard Ryal has worked in marketing and higher education. He stops for every poem he hasn’t read before, and no one can talk him out of doing that. His recent publications include Notre Dame Review, Sheila-Na-Gig, The South Florida Poetry Journal, and Survision.