27 Dec Avenger of Holy Innocents
Posted at 22:58h
in Poems
Open your arms o children in a teardrop sky
Two years is old enough to really mean it when you cry
The calm and quiet of open graves is too much to pay attention
Come the spring nothing grows on that freshly made soul tension
Mother and father pay a visit and pay their taxes to their king
Write your letters and carry it to us on the back of angels’ wing
To soften your parents’ hearts of stone
At least when you are so young you do not have to die alone
The innocent suffer most, but they have cause to boast
Because every drop of blood and misery is also cause for Holy Ghost
Reddened waters rile from the bottom of the Nile
Like a leveled temple built up by hands of blood that stain the aisles
Where our every child sleeps
The air wraps and weaves a chord of Rachel’s offspring as she weeps
And the riverbanks go quiet
We stop quietly saying ‘Amen’
But that is the cost of a faith that can stay until the end
It can never wash the memories of our little one
But if it was for the glory of God the Son
Can He send you back to us again?