The Ones to Come
by Mindie Kniss
by Stephen Lefebure
The ones to come will have no need for prayer.
Their spirits will ascend like smoke at night
To track the constellations out of place.
They will understand this pain we share,
All this suffering we call all right,
As the sacred in its deepest trace.
Healing in some way we do not dare,
They will sew their wounds with starlight
While the atmosphere bleeds into space.
Whereas we can merely point and stare,
The ones to come will know how to ignite
Infinity in one intense embrace.
Poetry by Stephen Lefebure appears in periodicals and on websites of varying combinations of respectability, spirituality and coolness. It might also be found in the illegal lending libraries of Arabia, or at the pillar of Ashok in Nepal. A print anthology called Wild Song presents Lefebure’s poetry along with poems by famous people.
