Though You’ve departed
I’ll hum the sacred intervals
through these dark days.
Stacking wood needed
to fight back the bitter chill,
a fraudulent squatter
inhabiting Your absence,
I’ll soon take comfort
from a cup of hot cereal,
a faint echo
of ancient sacraments
shared on the steps at Eleusis.
Foolish how Your Greatness
taken for granted
until You turn from us
to find again
Your divine daughter.
Though You’ve departed
I’ll hum the sacred intervals
through these dark days.
I really like that one.
I really like your use of really.
I liked both the poem and the illustration. I will eat my home made bread with more thought for the next few months.
We make our bread as well!
Lovely poem AND image.
Much appreciated.