[Song into holiness]

Song into holiness,
the sister has written her book—
nothing there of falsehood,
nothing invented by the poet.
Pain rides itself through the book,
though the one from Carthage
knows a blessèd life in God.
Should the author now look
carefully in a dark glass,
and the book close on a moment of joy?

Copyright © 2024 by Jay Wright. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 31, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.