Im/mortal
STACIA JOY GRABBER
Ours is the wounded God,
Ours the deity who mourns,
Whose blood has soaked into
The very sod from which
He brought us and to which we shall return.
He is not only with us,
But within us,
Not only in us,
But us.
Humanity, divinity,
One.
Mortality, eternity,
One.
Im/mortal.
On Wings Across Leaf Mountain
Lauren Galvan ’16
Fall 2015
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