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Driven to distraction
Riding shotgun in my mother’s car. It is early morning, rush hour. No one knows which way to go; our hold on the road is tenuous, seeking gaps between predatory traffic. Medications everywhere; bottles, sachets, paper patient info leaflets sprawl … Continue reading
On a Wednesday
On Wednesdays, I think about my mother. Arise, shine, for your light has come, the daily morning prayer declares, on a Wednesday. I hear my mother calling, “Rise and shine!” Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory … Continue reading
Posted in poetry, prayer
Tagged book of common prayer, Cancticle 11, Daily Office, family, grief, Isaiah 60:1, rise and shine, Third Song of Isaiah
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Solid ground
Constant God, You are the one fixed point in a universe that never stops moving; expanding, exploding, orbiting, spinning on its axis; the very earth beneath our feet shifts and shrugs, magma boils beneath the surface, fluid. No wonder we … Continue reading
Survivor guilt
It occurred to me this morning that my mother and I do not often talk anymore. It is as though, since she died, our worlds have diverged. Continue reading
Psalm for the fourth funeral
Good God, sometimes mortality becomes too heavy for us to bear under; it piles up like bones. We flood the valley floor with grief; our footsteps sink for want of solid ground. How long, O Lord, will you wait to … Continue reading
Pray
Pray, not for an end to grief; tears fall, the waters of a hard labour.
Posted in haiku, poetry, prayer
Tagged ferguson, grief, healing, loss, Mike Brown, Tamir Rice
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The morning after
I can only imagine that you fell asleep on the sofa, bolt upright, clenched paper tissues holding your hand. Waking in the dark, too bewildered not to zombie-walk to bed to lie awake, watching for dawn, in serious doubt whether … Continue reading
Guns kill people
Guns are not choosy. Guns just kill people. It’s their modus operandi. It’s what they do. We are hearing more, bit by bit, about the latest victims of the latest shooting rampage. Each detail chips a little more flint from … Continue reading
Posted in gun violence, other words
Tagged Aaron Alexis, grief, gun control, gun violence, Navy Yard, Washington DC
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Seven years
Seven times seven years married, seven years past; a rose remembers.
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