Iconic

relic images,
novelties in a Belgian pub,
aged and scattered
like scuttling leaves.

will we forget
the trueness of their love,
outcast by the world’s law,
embraced only by God?

will we forget
the way they bundled up
God’s red-faced gift
and cherished it
like a rose
you won’t let die?

will we forget
their inscrutable trust
in the one who trusted them,
who put His helplessness
into their awed and open hands?

will we forget
this purest moment,
this greatest love?