The Song of Emmanuel scents the room and I am heart broken as protection has been mine since my first days, but still, you and I live through our days of body and the abandonment of those before us and the abandonment of those not come. He did not come. She did not come. But we are here with our beautiful arrivals and our beautiful endurances and we live through the days of our body, and this dark night, we say farewell.
A song of lamentation I wrote for Christmas Eve after a year of many losses.