Weeping Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

sometimes we are weeping old tears

this is painful for a human being

to weep tears from decades ago

to weep tears one hundred years old

and the body is weeping too

we call this illness

the mind is weeping

when the mind is weeping

we call it names

that make it weep more

sometimes every cell and every tissue and every organ

and every molecule of skin is weeping and weeping

we are the wound itself the face of the wound

and when we summon Christ we see the Image of the wound

grow wings and comfort us

and only God can heal us

and keep us from the Flood of the endless

weeping.

mary angela douglas 15 march 2020a