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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  
as 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 mankind

there was no other way
to learn the meaning  
of this moment

soon I will 

have gained eternity  

you have the meantime

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.  Revised in December 2017.

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