There are no words for some days;
there are no words to take away
the grimness of the children’s story,
fantastic in its horror, incredible
yet all too real; we reel, we recoil;
there are no words.
Even as we wait on the Word that was
and is and is to come,
the light of the world, the life born in darkness,
even as we wait on the Word,
there are no words.


About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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