We’ve sung our hymns
We’ve said our grace,
Broke our bread
Quarrels exchanged
No shoes upon
our weary feet
No bag or purse
our weapons sheathed
Embark, Embrace
Embalm, Embody
Entrust to each other
Expecting a journey
Endure in unison.
Your wounded prayer
our cracked Amen
Asleep again,
the trial begins
The fire masks
our faces flushed
One suicide
haunts all of us.
And then you waved
over the spear
“My mother now
your son is here.”
We who you loved
this hour are joined
we travel from
this turning point.
Now the men hide
while women scheme
the former frailed
by death’s regime
The latter steeled
by idle tales
of some bright path
beyond this vale.
We walk, we mend
we knit, we rend
we grasp, we howl
we wait, we vow
Entrust us to each other now.