PSALMS FOR MAGGIE

Margaret is singing softly on the phone -

in quiet sing song little girl tones...

Margaret's faint rasping...

Deep truths is she grasping...

The fate of the world & her place deep within it.

So lost & yet dreaming...

The dreamer is keening...

That music of torment;

That soundless regret.

So silent & screaming...

The tears in her eyes so redeeming...

The fears & the blood & her shame flowers bloom there.

But still she survives & she lingers...

In my mind...

Beneath Fingers...

Above & Behind & Before I'm Aware.

So young & so supple...

Her voice

meaning multiple...

The child made adult by the hardest of choices.

The soul of her songs -

The surrender of psalms -

My Maggie -

My Sweet -

My beast that your voice calms...

Your choices so strong - so trancendant of change...

May your choices bring you

to the place where I sing too...

& may your heart ever guide you...

& may mine do the same.