I'll be moving in a completely different direction after this poem. merry christmas. this is a goodbye.

Christmas and the Trinity.

this is the last night I am going to be wearing this ring...

black bags
holding light.
'gone for good?'
what was her name...
pen traced over pencil cursive-
in my memory she wears a hood.
'gone for good.'

candles pepper the pews like fruit flies.
christmas eve, gloria.
and glory to God in heaven;
and glory to God in hell;
and glory to God on earth.
'and glorious is he who bears the ring
and glorious is he who buries it.'

it burned alive in me last night-
wrote a poem two years ago,
pen traced over pencil cursive-
shook and spat when everything turned to fire.

"God Bless you Hilary Jayne Gross. You’ll always be with me. You always believed in me when no one else did, especially myself. I was the dead and you brought me back into the world of the living.

I will never be able to thank you for any of that.

God bless you my angel.

I will light candles for you."

...and glorious is he who keeps it buried.
Second stanza on is just... lovely writing. Very much what you've been doing lately. I'm not to keen on the first stanza just because it's a bit abrupt but it's meant to be that way, I'm sure.

I'm curious to see what's next. Your writing lately has been very different than anything you did before, so I'm intrigued as to how you'll express yourself after this
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As vintage said above, the first stanza was a bit abrupt and the rhyme in line six bugged me as it felt like it was just there to rhyme not to mean.
Everything else=great. I've not read much of your work, but I plan to read more after this.