Time's Malaise
While trail of clouds hovers around
There she lays on fevered ground,
My daughter’s eyes droop low again
As I bear witness to this strain.
No balm can aid the night’s relief
When love’s touch hides a mother’s grief,
That only prayer beads remain
As I bear witness to this strain.
Weeks pass like helpless time’s malaise
Till Marian arms send a bright lei
Reddened, reddened; cheeks flush again
As I bear witness to this strain.
Out of darkness, hope’s moments stir
Clouds echo a girlish laughter,
This healing grace I can’t contain
As I bear witness to this strain.
Helpless, A Kyrielle
(With Co Sponsor Tim Ryerson)
Cyndi Mac Millan's Contest
by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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