Starved for Attention
A child’s final sigh rises skyward;
yet another psalm with no reply.
In upturned hands in outstretched prayer,
innocence is proffered to a famished will.
And God is breathing all creation in obesely,
taking back the gift to every mother given.
Her tacit shriek, silent hallowed shout,
a grimly veiled and barefaced request:
Don’t let this humble sacrifice be pleasing, and
to his cradle grave she bears her blameless babe,
All she has to give for all she has been given,
a never ending end where everything’s forgiven.
A child’s final sigh rises skyward;
yet another psalm with no reply.
In upturned hands in outstretched prayer,
innocence is proffered to a famished will.
And God is breathing all creation in obesely,
taking back the gift to every mother given.
Her tacit shriek, silent hallowed shout,
a grimly veiled and barefaced request:
Don’t let this humble sacrifice be pleasing, and
to his cradle grave she bears her blameless babe,
All she has to give for all she has been given,
a never ending end where everything’s forgiven.
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