April 2024 – Jane Tawel

Myself, Woman, and Child

By Jane Tawel

April 14, 2024

How to say what is meaning beyond Meaning?

How to dig deeply enough to fill up the holes?

Why were you so sad, my child. My child who was once me?

Why do you not let yourself weep, my child? My child, who is still me.

My heart is full of sorrow, but my anger and fear first rise up,

trying to protect me from a grief as old as my ancestors,

a grief as new as unborn hope.

Who once roamed the earth so freely;

who are those who still cry out within me,

crying to see peace fill the World-heart once more?

What dreams and angels hold out unglimpsed hope,

singing of what I dare not grasp?

My soul weeps for a world always at war with love.

My soul weeps for the lost who are evil

and the lost who are so very good.

Shadows come and go.

Shadows.

Ah — my soul rejoices with Her re-joining!

Ah, that which is deep within me,

calls out to Deep.

And for a while still,

my body breaths in and out,

and my heart beats still,

with thoughtless, wordless joy.

And my spirit rises to that

which is unseen, but sensed;

that which is unheard, but felt;

that which is unbelievable, but is known.

Knowing and Known,

I find my sorrow comforted by my curious love.

And the child and woman within me,

are for a moment, sure,

that one day,

we will be One.