David Lauble, 1952-2008
Ash Wednesday:
the sky weeps,
and the loved one lost
recedes behind the gray.
No consolation on this day
that begins the time of grief,
the celebration of sorrow.
Black thumb brushes the forehead—
we are all complicit.
The one who is lost to us,
the one we need to find—
Black marks on foreheads
solemn procession in the nave
a low ache behind the eyes.
Fasting, abstinence—to go without:
meat, forgiveness, love
When one you love is lost to you
crucifixion looms,
a black cross against gray sky.
So poignantly heartfelt Elaine. I can feel your loss in this beautiful piece.
ReplyDeleteA warm and genuine poem. While the words are open to interpretation, your feeling and sense of loss is clearly evident.
ReplyDeleteHi Elaine. I am visiting from the A to Z Challenge, getting a head start on finding some great new blogs. Nice to meet you. The poem is heartbreakingly lovely, and the photo you posted with it makes it even more so.
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