“Theirs was a 25-year romance. Then the love of her life took a bullet to save a stranger.”
-- Washington Post, June 2016
What happened, Holy Spirit?
We had a deal – confession
every week, fat candles lit,
a faith unaltered from first
sacrament. What was prescribed
to hoop our house with grace.
One twitch it took to tumble all that
down: chance crossings in a parking lot,
an ugly gun, the flash, a smack like
cleavers hitting beef; and each last thread of
home was gone. Show me, dear Spirit,
what prayer will weave him back again
or ravel the safe quiet of our glide
or vest again with light these dry
novenas that I mutter
to an empty night.
2018 Mizmor ("Melody") Anthology, Poetica