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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