To Pray In Grief
Mother of God how hard was it
for you to watch what you had labored
and birthed be killed?
We carry such deaths in our bodies.
Even as we serve as tombs for murdered
dreams, may our wombs stay vibrant,
and our love remain warm. May we shower
the burial grounds with incense
and spice, rising early to sit with what
we have lost. May the grief that meets us
in the morning one day lead to an
emptied-out grave and the music of angels.