Myself, Woman, and Child
Myself, Woman, and Child
By Jane Tawel
April 14, 2024
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How to say what is meaning beyond Meaning?
How to dig deeply enough to fill up the holes?
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Why were you so sad, my child. My child who was once me?
Why do you not let yourself weep, my child? My child, who is still me.
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My heart is full of sorrow, but my anger and fear first rise up,
trying to protect me from a grief as old as my ancestors,
a grief as new as unborn hope.
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Who once roamed the earth so freely;
who are those who still cry out within me,
crying to see peace fill the World-heart once more?
What dreams and angels hold out unglimpsed hope,
singing of what I dare not grasp?
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My soul weeps for a world always at war with love.
My soul weeps for the lost who are evil
and the lost who are so very good.
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