on a blue day
After church I wait in the van, watch in envy as mother and daughter walk out, slowly, same stride, arms tied close, heads together – as in intimate conversation. And when they get close enough, I can see still mouths, a shared knowing, eyes ahead – as intimate and quiet as prayer.
It’s been winter. The world is blue. Ice is breaking off and the throat of the ground gulps the rivers of deep snow melting. The wet concrete reflects more sky. We’re many who wake today, come up out of something.
Seth stays with the boys at naptime, and I drive in the squinty blue, smile so big my face hurts. I turn it up so loud my ears hurt.
Though winter may lash at us again, Resurrection comes. I hear it everywhere, the whole earth groan.
Why can’t we give love give love give love give love
give love give love give love give love give love
‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night