Churching Lament: a poem by Thomas Seán Purdy

Churching Lament
Original illustration by Sally McKenna
Who will place quartz crystals
Into the cold palms of young mothers
Who have not been blessed
Nor lived long enough
To see their infants toddle?
Though their grave markers lie flat
Beneath the dewy compost
Of years and seasons past
While headstones and monuments rise
With fortified privilege all around,
Pray the moonbeams find
The bony clenched hands of those
That turned Pain and Faith into Joy
And reflect Mercy’s blessings
To guide and light their journeys
To the Everlasting.
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