. A hundred tongues of smoke--- Translucent wisps, lithe specters--- __Rise, snaking languidly, Curling, grasping like tendrils At the light they invoke; Then billow into clouds That hang, a haze, an aura, __A veil of mystery, Of light diffuse, pervasive, That glows and yet enshrouds. An otherworldly scent--- Sweetness of life eternal __Tinged with the pungency Of mortal flesh atoning--- Wafts downward, heaven-sent. Rise! Fill the cold, still, dank air, __Fill me with every breath; Fill what is foul with sweetness, __Liven what stinks of death! Rise! Fill the apse, the arches; __Fill the high vaults and dome; Shroud all the simulacra __Masking the world to come! Rise! With my prayers to Heaven, __With the choir’s voices, rise! Past this corrupt world’s reaches, __To dwell in Paradise! . . Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Northwest Indiana and practices law as a civil and appellate litigator. In addition to the Society’s publications, his poems and prose works have appeared in The Chained Muse Review, Indiana Voice Journal, and other literary journals. He is also a composer, and his musical works may be heard on his YouTube channel.