We stand in the dark and bow, both body and mind shed the
dread of living and relax. We are unable to speak. We shiver in
the darkness around the light. We want so much. We forget the cost.
We stand still, stolid. The river shakes through our chest.
We take a swing against the air and stumble.
We don't know. We ask so much. We want so much
to do it right, to get it perfect.
We imagine there are enemies listening
when angels flutter wings, we hear them as whispers against us.
We wish for solemn deliverance and are left uneasy.
Without disturbance she gazes at the dead man across her knees.
We raise our heavy limbs, outstretched we lay our face against his cheek.
In her arms we know her steady look of giving in the darkness of the light.
