Mother and Child


by Pavel Chichikov

Sometimes an infant sitting on a mother's lap

Dandled and awakened from a summer nap

Fine hair curling, wisps arching in a breeze –

She wipes away the drool of sleep and lets him sneeze

Sometimes the infant swelling, bright and high

Becomes a dark lacuna of an empty sky

Far and unapproachable his precious eyes

Inconsolable the wisdom of the wounded wise

His mother of the virginal devoted sea

Hides him from the clutching of humanity

Hugs him out of reach, composed and grim

Not trusting to our mercy since we slaughtered him


(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)

Subscribe to CE
(It's free)

Go to Catholic Exchange homepage

MENU