new poem

today was a tough day, thematically arranged, in some ways, around conflict and suffering. but a poem came out of it, so how bad could it be, right???

on statues and suffering
-9/9/09-

where i live,
there's a place where anyone
can stop for solace
for weary feet
& weary minds.
To some, it just looks like
the Virgin Mary in a bathtub,
in an otherwise ignorable place.
i suppose it's just what you make of it.

and i needed solace,
so that's what i made it.
because solace is to be found
when it is most needed.
so i found Mary tonight.
i found her words in my heart
"Let it be done to me,
according to your Word."
"Let it be done to me,
and I won't count the cost."

because salvation entails suffering
(or it doesn't)
and suffering brings redemption
(or it doesn't)
and people are inherently sinful
(or they aren't)
and we are the world-changers
(or we aren't)

but i won't find answers in this place.
This is just Mary,
the mother of God,
in a bathtub,
with a light that's always on...