25 Jun 2018 poem

Whole

A woman bent over a wheel,
wet clay spinning, her hands manipulate
the earth into a vessel
to carry the dead
as if the dead require portage
to move past the veil to god’s love.

It is for the living, she knows,
that this vessel carries the dead
to a new manner of living
as the void of loss
fills or remains empty
as each person chooses.

A woman bent over a wheel,
believes with all her heart
we are just as god wants us to be,
despite the atrocities,
despite the self-deceptions,
because creation led to us
and will move past us
as the living continue
and the dead—
the dead rejoin the whole
that they never really left.

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