We Bang The Drum Slowly
we mark each station with tears
and a prayer of sorrow
a turning inside
scouring our souls
to find a deeper sense of our own existence
a deeper well from which to draw empathy
we mark the songs of those tears
trailed in dust and blood
a reminder of the ferocity of life
flinging out hope with each cadenza
that grief will mark our way home
we bang the drum slowly
as heart dims
and darkness descends
our tears falling freely
like rain.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014
I am reminded that today is Good Friday. And though I seldom write of religious themes, I feel that this day is marked with an inward journey for all who seek, regardless of religious affiliation
