Crushed by ashen lusts, unrealized hopes hurled upon sons
and condemning, comparing feeds
so
Bitterness clings
like motor grease
up to my elbows, hands stained with grief.
Pain contorts
like a stone, a bundle of nerves
in continuous spasm, bone-like tension.
Grief weakens
riddled with bullet holes
hope deferred and heart sick, ash stained, clothing rent.
Oh Lord, love so generous
a movement toward me, a father's falter-less gait after
one who was dead.
Cleanse me, wash me with consuming peace
Unwind me, loosen the sinews hardened, release
Repair me, heal the holes, Light come in and show.
