Saturday 13 September 2014

HANA MASIKIO - A Blessing

The old woman pushes
Through the post-Baptismal
Mill and murmur

Believer and non alike

Making more noise
Than silence desires

She stands the little child

In front for me to bless

With water 

From the Sacred Font

I kneel to the little one

Who cannot hear

And sadness deepens

In my heart
Whispering to God

Hana

She has no ears
Hana Masikio

Then touch the tender 

Flesh He says
Where ears might be

This part of her beauty


And I obey

And we learn

Listening to each other

With our eyes
The girl and I

I see and hear serentiy

She sees and hears
My prayer

Blessing me with water

From the Sacred Font

Touching the damaged
Parts of me
Pronouncing them

Beautiful


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