Bereft

Good Friday

I am poured out like water;
all my bones are out of joint;
my heart within my breast is melting wax.
Psalm 22:14

the way collapses
deconstructs into
fragments bereft of meaning

love an echo

mercy keening
an eternity away

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Anne is a writer, mother, priest, spouse, teacher, and contemplative hopeful.

Anne E. Kitch