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son

Woman, as I prepare
    to slip the leash of time 
for a moment your grief
    reels me back in; the sword

pierces us both 
    but you alone will feel then  
the pain I feel now,
    watching a mother  
watch a son die.  Before

    you gave birth to me  
I AM, and at a word 

    I made time flow 
like tears: but what 

    could I in my eternity 
know of such a loss as yours? Timeless 

    I became humankind
there was no other way
    to learn the meaning  
of this moment. Soon 

    I will have gained 

eternity again; you have 

    the meantime, and I will 

not leave you comfortless.

    Beside you is one  
whom I have loved
    more than a brother:

Dear woman , here is your son.

    Son, here is your mother.


Third poem of seven in the sequence words from the cross.  

Godfrey Rust, godfrey@wordsout.co.uk. See here for details of permissions for use.