by Johanna Caton
so many of them they were like a new world exploding into being or like heaven shook itself upside down and out flew all the angels in every hue of green yellow reds blues oranges wings and wings so many they filled the skyscape left no room for night it fled kicking up its heels like wave-thunder everywhere to and fro they soared while voices blew glory from glory to glory hurry they rang hurry hurry go glory go go we all ran with the light (joy too tame a name) we ran into a million silences
Johanna Caton, O.S.B., is a Benedictine nun of Minster Abbey in England. Originally from Virginia, she lived in the U.S. until adulthood, when her monastic vocation took her to Britain. Her poems have appeared in both online and print publications, including The Christian Century, The Windhover, Heart of Flesh, Amethyst Review, The Ekphrastic Review, St Katherine Review, Fathom Magazine and the Catholic Poetry Room webpage at integratedcatholiclife.org.