The Lady Icon


Is it rust or is it blood

That stains the Lady’s cheeks?

That green beacon

No longer promising

Safe harbor from the storms.

Is she wounded from too much sorrow

Over the children she could not save?


The Holy Mother wept beneath the cross

And again outside the tomb

She cries still

In visions everywhere.

But she must have known

Times of laughter too

When her bright, impulsive son

Surprised her with unlikely hopes.


Rust from tears or dried blood

It doesn’t matter much.

It’s time to scrub

The stains away

And work on the resurrection

Of our democracy.






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