A Voice in Ramah

Jesus is Laid in the Tomb by Berry Sherbeck

A voice was heard in Ramah
wailing and loud lamentation,
Rachel weeping for her children;
she refused to be consoled, because they are no more.  Matthew 3: 18

A Voice in Ramah

Sleep piles and seeps through the crannies
and fissures of frozen black hours.

Time slowed to slug thoughts and lead steps
is ticking is ticking behind doors left ajar.

In the half-light of those rooms, fear is a face
with wide eyes at the side of the bed.

Below, agony rains in emergency measures.
See how the body twists toward the light!

In the monitors’ moan, the dark gets its grip;
a seedling lies still in the arms of its angel.

Peace falls through the chill, velvet and dense.
From there calls go out to the stars and the tide:

 Meet at the shore, or at home, meet me there

In memory of the victims, and in support of those who mourn, following the shooting in Connecticut.

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