Monthly Archives: March 2014

Sleep Training

When you cry out in the night

“Ma ma ma ma ma”

in your little voice like a creaking door,

I listen.

And for a moment,

you are all the babies that we ever were

Crying out in your terror and your hunger and your loneliness.

Your comfort draws near,

coming at a run from the bedroom

the heart of the called-for bursting

with its love for you

But what of the others?

Who wept, and were not answered

Who cried out, until they were not.

It’s then that I begin to understand

Just what has been lost.


Ash Wednesday, 2014

Thirty winters’ wind and rain

Wore the features from our bones

Till all the is remaining

Is a ring of standing stones

 

Take up the Lenten hammer

That we prayed you’d never swing

Set your chisel to our cheek

Make our silences to ring.