Innocent mother,
Like a tree you brought me forth,
When you were praying for pardon
on your knees,
When unquenched fires were burning you
And the strands of life bound you
more tightly.
I was neither for you
peace,
Nor the olive bough,
Nor against pain --
Sweet unbinding.
I did not understand how to bring wise answers,
Nails I nailed
into your palms, on the cross.
Blameless mother,
Passing mother,
Pallid light,
The thought pains me badly
And time does not give me relief.
Flavia Cosma from Wormwood Wine
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 5:39 AM UTC
Innocent mother,
Like a tree you brought me forth,
When you were praying for pardon
on your knees,
When unquenched fires were burning you
And the strands of life bound you
more tightly.
I was neither for you
peace,
Nor the olive bough,
Nor against pain --
Sweet unbinding.
I did not understand how to bring wise answers,
Nails I nailed
into your palms, on the cross.
Blameless mother,
Passing mother,
Pallid light,
The thought pains me badly
And time does not give me relief.
Flavia Cosma from Wormwood Wine
