by Bethany Hudson
When I was born, my mother had no words.
Only tears of joy in abundance.
And, when I left home at eighteen,
it was the same.
After twenty-seven years of sleeping side by side,
my father stumbled out the door into
a broken life, leaving her behind.
There were no words, then, either.
What words can you use with a heart so
of sorrow or
When I married, I wanted traditional vows.
Not because I couldn’t write my own,
not because I had nothing to say,
but because my heart was so
of letting go
No, with these things
filling my heart to bursting,
what more could I say than
For better or worse, until death.
And when I kneel beside my bed
or bow my head in church
with a heart so
I am thankful that my savior
gave me all the words I need.
Pater noster, qui es in cœlis;
sanctificatur nomen tuum:
Adventiat regnum tuum;
fiat voluntas tua, sicut in cœlo, et in terra.
Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie:
Et dimitte nobis debita nostra,
sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris:
et ne nos inducas in tentationem:
sed libera nos a malo.
Let it be.
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* The Bookworm's Library has been updated: The Seven Storey Mountain by Thomas Merton