The Rosary Poems: Sorrowful Alison Shaffer


He came to the disciples and found
them sleeping for sorrow. LUKE 22:45

We do not dream that through churning
light we hear him crying, expectant
ground trembling with dust-red tears,
reassuring thunder swallowing him—
the very lightness of sleep is what blinds
us, like watery daybreak that overcomes
these godly visions wavering before us,
as uncertain as heat rising—now he touches
our shoulders, and our harsh, squinted
gaze slips open into the dark night.


February 2005 2River