By Emma Winchell
Would that my accumulations
Reach the height of expectation
That they would murmur in the cosmos
With the rippling constellations
Yet every accolade evaporates into—a breath
Or curves into the etching of my marble epitaph
Emma is a writer for the Literary Practicum at the Moody Bible Institute. Her work has been published in Thin Space Art & Theology Journal and Ekstasis, the creative journal of Christianity Today. You can read more of her poetry here.
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