Communion of the Saints

Weep, clouds, and join my sadness
in
clear,
melancholy
drops
that
trickle
and
channel
and
flow like rivers into puddles
with
no
warming
ray
of
sunshine
to
cause their shimmering sparkle
of
fluid
to
dance
like
a
mountain
jeweled
creek
running
on
a
cloudless, blue-skied day

No, let them drop to the ground
and
moody
stay,
flat
and
grey
mirrors
reflecting
inverted
perverted
realities
back to the sympathetic skies
that
respond
by
pouring
out
a
concurring
symphony
of
rhythmic
drops
that
vibrate the mirrors
in
continuously pulsing ripples
distorting
the
mourning
view
that
make
them/me
cry

endlesss

clear
melancholy
rivers
of
drops

I salt-season the parched ground at my feet
where
multitudes
of
bare
starving
hurting
neglected
iron-pierced
feet
tread
mingling their bleeding blood
in
my
salty
river’s
flow
making cracked-skin soothing mud
that
poor
moms
will
form
into
cakes
to
fill
the
bellies
of
their
screaming
young
ones –
a
blood/bread
communion
of
the
rag-covered
despondent
forsaken
saints

HYPOCRITES

but let the little children come to it

anyway

and
do
not
hinder
them,
for
their
bellies
rumble
empty
and
their
bones
show
that
they
need
some
mass
to
fill
them
even
if
it
be
no
more
than
the
tear
mingled
bloody
mud
at
my
feet

I
weep

and
salt-season
the
parched
ground
at
my
iron-pierced
weary
feet

Weep, clouds, and join my grief

~

Words and Photography ©2016 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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9 thoughts on “Communion of the Saints

  1. Very deep, Tanya. I had several images flash in my head as I read this. As always, you are so descriptive with your writing! Your words move my mind and heart. Thank you for sharing your talents!

    Steve 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Steve! Years ago I read an article about impoverished women in “third” world countries feeding mud to their babies so they wouldn’t cry. It always stuck with me. We can’t fix anything, until we make sure that people have food and clean water. Starving bellies can’t even think about anything else. Thanks for the comments.😊

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      1. What a sad story…bless those poor mothers and their babies. I agree that is something which requires priority. Food and water must be high our list as caring human beings because, as you say, nothing else matters so immediately…

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