A Sunday Doxology
Praise to you, Suffering Saviour,
you know my grief,
carry my sorrows.
You know that some days
are even harder,
I know that there is healing
in the passing of years,
but this grief-wound?
It still aches.
I still cry.
You know my sorrow.
that is enough.
When it’s threatening snow in April
and you need to find all the
like daffodil sprouts defying
and rotten trees that crashed
and crackling in the wood stove
of leftover chicken was actually
and there are friends to meet for
and your mind races and leaps with
that would make a list too long for
so you just breathe thank you and go
That April is
the cruelest month
and so cold.
With nods to William Carlos Williams and TS Eliot – real poets they were.