Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Things You Find Under The Stone.

Things You Find Under The Stone. 

For those buried by Irish institutions 1765-1996 

Did you feel deep inside
that you deserved no candle
no hope of light eternal
as they had taught you?

Or hold some tiny spark
some ember in your heart
that beat its burning fists
against the walls of domination?

Though the world was silent
they swallowed the lie entire
and watched your pain unmoved
The stones cried out and cut the sky.

In the end she did reclaim you
her brambles twined about you
her waters wrapped around you
like someone who loved you.

Broke through concrete and mortar
grew into the silent halls and cellars
sent light dripping into your tiny cell
brought them low as Jericho.

She whispered in your ear
that you are as she intended
perfect in your fallen flesh
all she ever wanted.

An emblem of the kingdom
all full of holy light and fire
bursting with desire and song
dwelling far from their mansions.

The stream sings your glorification
for you are under the stones
and inside the knotted trees
within your Mother’s house.