Inscrutable -
a name pronounced in
snowflakes swirling,
then changing into
teardrops twirling
in the tempest's waterspout
we kicked out.
The thing about wielding a sword,
as good as they are for protection,
is
we don't always reckon both sides of the blade.
My Inscrutable -
all my own, or
kind of could be -
I thought I heard her
say she should be
in the tick before she fled
as we bled.
And the thing about saving the world,
as good as it is to have heroes,
is
the world does not always prefer to be saved.
Luke and Mark and Matt and John,
bless the bed she lies upon,
the pillows that she cries upon,
the covers she relies upon
for safety when the night is long.
Saints, preserve this weary one
until she joins the dawn.