THE LAMP OF THE BODY-a poem [Sat, 3-24-18]

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter…

So this is the point

to which my life has dwindled down

the prick of a pin

not even the sleek and surgical

prick of a needle point

but the rough-edged gouging

of a farm-wife hemming pin,

the sort of pin my mother

used on those black and white

1920s photographs of her friends

with bobbed hair and flapper skirts

so different from the snaps of my wife

and her friends in 1950s

flip and ducktail doos

and poodle skirts

those shots of Mother’s friends

smiling mouths but with their

eyes gouged out because my mother

did not like them anymore

to her dying day she

could not recall their names

because she could not see their eyes

JRMcF

johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com

Matthew 6:22