Christina’s World
So far from home; yet there are tracks
left leading to house and barn
On the leaning hill across the field
yellow grasses by sun are warmed
The pink pastel of a twisted form
looks back longing for the past
Her broken body echoes dreams
and hopes of love that did not last
Christina’s sky is grey and far
without a pillow of comforting cloud
The sun in heaven sets behind her;
her shadow cast upon the ground
Wayward wisps of unruly hair
flutter in the evening air; astonished
Malformed hands that clutch
the land for sustenance; admonished
September stretches out the day;
endings tied by industrious October
When the harvested grain and human pain
of labor in this life are over
Crippled by pain, reach for home;
though heaven may seem far away
In hours of adversity; crawl if need be,
like Christina, to a brighter day.
No comments:
Post a Comment