Friday, October 21, 2011

so cold

the time came for me to run,
but i could not.
so cold.

i turned aside --
on the cement beside the mall window,
a sparrow.

i held on while it fought,
broken -- one last flutter
before stillness settled in

and all around
the very air we gasped
brought the chill of death

and beneath our breasts
the heartbeat of every broken child
thudded into silence

i realized my eyes were warm and wet.
i realized my head was wet and cold.
i said good-bye through the rain.

i turned aside.
so cold.
i ran, and ran, and ran.

it's warm at emily's.


  1. I can feel the tender grief. beautiful scene, but so sad.

  2. Bethany Ann, I'm sorry I haven't been here for so long. From the last post Sara wrote in August, and the subsequent posts by her friends, I could read the handwriting on the wall. For a while all I could do was think of her, and read only her blog. And now Sara has gone home to be with God and this month has been hard - just starting to get back to reading the blogs I heart – and I heart YOURS! And today, your poem – it breathes sadness – it reads heavy. A lot of the feelings that I felt as Sara was leaving this earth – they come pouring out here. To hold in your hands but not be able to bring life back, to know that it's ending and there's nothing you can do to stop the flow, the rain, the cold rain, the hot tears, I feel your words. And I think it goes beyond me – does it go to anyone whose hopes are dashed, or is held down, or sad, or lonely? Anyway – I hearted it – I always heart your stuff. Thank you. And God bless and keep you and each and every one of yours.

  3. such a great authentic moment

  4. heart felt..all life is precious..tender moment...

  5. and beneath our breasts
    the heartbeat of every broken child
    thudded into silence

    this writing. that photo. i see God, who hurts when the sparrow falls...

  6. beautiful and sad. our God is one of paradoxes, isn't he?