Mercy, Lord. I cannot learn to weep again. I have forgotten how. I am no match for a gentle hand and a wondering eye. I was unable to mop her tears up with gold embroidered sleeves, heavy weight of God’s light. … When I saw you by the gate, mud-daub and dust dark with the … More Gabriel’s Lament
When you ordered me to sacrifice my own for love of you, I said no words. You knew what I would do, and still you asked for the boy who brought joy to my days, water for my throat, the boy you promised. A son who would make every one of my wanderings through town … More Abraham’s Lament
Of the red earth you came, and I came from you. O Adam, now we till the ground from which we were taken. We were carved of rock and sandstone. Now we are dust and dirt. Unto it we will return. But I did not know how to move until I was dust. The wind … More Eve’s Lament
The beasts walked with me before they knew their names. How were we to know? Good and evil and the difference between are points on a map as yet unwritten. All was yours, Lord. We were yours, for a time, before the flaming sword. We could not be anything other than this, could we? Did … More Adam’s Lament
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