Anne Elizabeth Berbert
Articles
About my Conversion: Directions to a Nonbeliever
Run your finger across the arc of my cheekbone.
Notice how it curves like the hull of Noah’s ark
that propelled life through earth’s watery death.
Spiritualizing the Organic
The garden heaves with what does not belong—
plastics, agent orange, rubber cement, land mines
that won’t biodegrade, disintegrating corpse
bones, sanded into earth by worms
Wedding Vows
My fears awakened
when I touched you, sacrificial,
kneeling at the altar
extending your hands,
beckoning to be destroyed
ceremoniously.
Eve’s Psalm
My fingers, like God’s fingers,
point to the dawn of salvation.
I clasp this pomegranate, its seeds like
worlds extending our isolated existence.