Amen

Tears of sorrow are blowing away

the light into her old and tired eyes

fingers on a rosary and lips that pray

some words, now in agony he cries

in pain, drawn on his distorted face

signed by shades on his hollow cheeks

the blessing of the cross, his final place

in the living world, with his eyes he seeks

longing for the last and final breath

his heart objects against the spasm of life

resigned to his fate, he sees his death

in favour or against, bittersweet now and then

on his tongue there’s still a word, a strife

to say it to the world and his mother. ‘Amen’.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

03/04/2015