Otherworldly

At the altar of the Sacred Heart
I see over His left shoulder
in the folds of His hair and
the angle of His neck, in
the tracery shadow of His canopy.
It is a trick of the candle
and the curve of the marble.
I see a narrow eye.
I see part of a mouth.
I see one cheekbone.
I see the bridge of a nose.
Half light. Half dark.
From over His left shoulder
mocking, sneering, plotting
knowing of me as I know of it.
Yet, Jesus avoids my gaze.

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Elissa Michele Zacher is an amateur writer with publications in The Northeast Poetry Journal, Essence, RiversSide, The Dawntreader, Wingless Dreamer, The Leaf, and the apt online literary magazine as well as articles in the Epoch Times. Elissa spends her days, when not writing or working in retail, haunting museums and deserted graveyards and indulging her interest in the social history of the ordinary person. Her poetry is her way of capturing moments and memories by creating visuals with words and her articles are meant to encourage curiosity.