Expectation Seven

by Peter Notehelfer
Elizabeth Chapman melizabethchapman.blogspot.com

Elizabeth Chapman melizabethchapman.blogspot.com

She sits

in dry dust

before a stone

behind which not

even a breath stirs

Her own sighs all

shattered glass

now broken

in breast She sits

in dry silence

all night & day

knowing that any

word she might say

if she were to say

any word at all

would spatter

in blood

2 Comments to “Expectation Seven”

  1. Thanks, Russ, for the kind word . . . I think only those who have grieved know the nature of Holy Saturday . . .
    Blessings & Peace . . .

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