Image description: At the forefront of the image is two hands together to pray. The hands are multicolour and beautifully detailed. In the background, is a blue sky and a yellow sun.]
Reader submission by Anya Trofimova.
Sometimes words slip through
the space between
sometimes I wonder: will I always
carry you around
like scuffed elbows?
Sometimes, even I could mistake
the rosary beads biting into my skin
for blood clots.
Know that the moment my hands meet
I am holding
two cracked fists.
A welder goes about
the way one collects
his ironies before prayer.
The din he makes becomes so
that it might as well be the sound of
Say, pray for us.
The last time
I wrote to the Lord, I was left
worshipping my own silence.
There’s a sin a knee
could no longer carry.
I did not know
that one could melt
away, down to their
Tell me that you did not know either.
I know my chances of forgiveness
like an earthy bough, perhaps
collapsing at the welcome of confession…
in the meantime, I hope my hands become as fire-glazed as yours one day.
How can one hold a prayer
the way an empty hand can hold
so much waiting?
Perhaps at the far end of choice
is the consequence of guilt.
there is no alternative ending, just us,
raising an amen
like a toast.