Today's poem is by Mary Ann Samyn
In a Dark Time Together
All day I say every blessings I can think of.
In the evening I study the empty votive jars:
pictures of saints in their private distress.
I touch where their lips just barely open:
whatever it is that entered, entered here.
One jar I stuff with gauze, keeping it quiet.
One with greasy nuts and bolts.
One, the Lonely Soul, with three red darts
to pierce the sooty air.
Copyright © 2009 Mary Ann Samyn All rights reserved
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