Saturday, April 19, 2014


Holy Saturday

Let my prayer enter into your presence;
  incline your ear to my lamentation.  Psalm 88:2

The sun rises on grief. A disjointed dance
navigates between a world of loss and a
world that is oblivious.  Caverns of lament,
waiting to be negotiated, usurp familiar
landscapes. Mourning dawns with
its own beauty.

copyright © Anne E. Kitch 2014
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