I have to admire the way your words
enduring and graceful create
just the right tone. Not giving
anything away but making it
clear you are enduring the necessity
of words for the sake of grace.
But are we talking about being polite
or are we talking about God?
In my mind I put your words
next to the old woman
whose knees and bare feet
froze to the ice on her own floor,
and was found days later repeating
‘Oh God, Oh God’ in Polish.
It was the officer’s opinion
this kept her alive. But was he
referring to speech or prayer?
If prayer, it was through
her continuous prayer, her prayer
was answered. Presuming, of course,
she wanted to stay alive. Often,
we don’t know what we want.
I fear this winter will end
and it will be too late. Too late
to remember our intentions, too late
to repeat what we never understood.
by Margaret Lloyd