Tears Remain [New Poem]

When the flood of words
And surge of shock
Run dry
Tears remain

Could they forever flow
In the dark
In the deep
Detached disintegration?

We are scattered and strewn
In the valley stretching
On and across
A vast expanse of pain

Like bones
Dry, very, very dry
Misplaced and displaced
Disordered in decay

While death seals
What the violent steals
Weeping saints’ tears pool
The only sign of life

Tears and prayers
Mixing and mingling
With faces on the floor
Pressed flat in grief

The sole hope that
They might kindle, assemble
New life and love
If Christ breathes, speaks, weeps

Yet hope is lost
Indeed cut off
While you waited
And we waited

Could we come forth?
Could they come back?
Tears and prayers
Spirit upheld, interceding

Our bitter yet sweet
Reaching out and up
As your tears wash
And hands hold us 

This poem was written after meditating on Ezekiel 37:1-14, Psalm 130, John 11:1-44, and Hebrews 11 as well as while grieving the awful tragedy that occurred on Monday at the Covenant School in Nashville, TN. Kyrie elision!

Again, much thanks to the folks at Every Moment Holy and the reading and reflection prompts in their 2023 Lenten Journal.

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