Winter Religion


By Liz Meley

Disciple to the trees, the tall silent
fir, I am not romantic
in my faith. I understand muteness
does not equal majesty, nor
majesty sustain mystery.
Bring me a Lord I can chop down
and burn, then listen for
in the crackling of my fire.

Liz Meley

Liz Meley, M.F.A. ’16, graduated magna cum laude from Franklin & Marshall College in 2013 with a B.A. in creative writing. Her poems and reviews can be found in Sink Review, Cicada and The Asian American Literary Review, among other publications. She lives in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.