Pieta

[zyzyly]

My beloved, my chosen, my son!
I carried you beneath my heart,
flesh of my flesh.
and you are dead, silent,
my beloved son.

Again I bear you in pain.
Again I give birth in tears,
not now an entrance into life.
See, I bear you to the grave.

Comments

[ex-muzer409.livejournal.com]

Very moving.

[myasma.livejournal.com]

This is what I was thinking about this afternoon as I sat in church.