Confession in Gold – a poem by Andrew Senior

Confession in Gold

Once declared a deliverer 
from slavery. Once overlaid 
the inner sanctuary. On Dura’s plain 
brought threat of fire and fury. Still gifted 
to the child of Mary. 
Perishable, and stones could sing 
in praise of kingly glory; and yet 
your ways are infallibly sturdy. To descend, 
pure as glass, the street, the heavenly city. 
Yet still I speak foolishness 
to the Almighty. 

So arise Lord, 
silence my tongue, break my bones, 
refine me.

Andrew Senior is a writer of poetry and short literary and speculative fiction, based in Sheffield, UK. His work has appeared in various publications including Ekstasis, Fathom, Crow & Cross Keys and Postbox Magazine. Visit https://andrewseniorwriting.weebly.com/