pater noster
By: La Fey, Colorado City
who in the holy name of heaven should gather but three Sisters meeting somewhere between I80
and kingdom come. living off sheer
will. where
the earth is like
heaven.
old sisters, still relearning to eat
daily bread given us with veggies, and rice
laughing, crying about
food cravings, vacations, illness,
family history, swept secrets, sad eyed photos
forgiveness
sins
talking all at once
listening for once
tapping at gnarled paternal trunks
dreading the dim seeping wound
peeling back bark as night falls
hearing muffled snap of dark sap that
lead us into temptation of hatred and anger, incrimination.
we soothe our saddened childlike selves,
a Trinity, of children
we coo, we are
delivered from Evil though still everywhere is the Danger.
for united we are
The Power of wind quelled quaking aspens and
The Glory of tall, wild grasses.
keening in a
Hallowed sorrow circle
the plea of
Our father a distorted lament
done
forever.
