Lost Heroines

Lost Heroines Anna K. had her train Virginia her river Ouse Emma B. chose poison And Janice heard and succumbed to the false seduction of her lethal needle. So many distraught, gifted souls Lost in that far country Unable to find the thread that could lead them back Dancing recklessly to the precipice Until that Orphic siren is too stong to resist and lures them like a lover to the waiting abyss With ashes and sackcloth I enter the temple seeking solace from their haunting refrain alone, alone, so utterly alone. So my prayer like the psalmist's supplication rises like incense to an unknown god "Rescue me from the darkened shades of Sheol." At least abandon me not to the fate of such gifted, isolated women For who can love you, adore you, worship you When our last hope is eclipsed by the deep that calls unto the deep? Ora pro nobis Anna, Virginia, Emma, and Janice