Just What To Say
The prayer rug it floated,
The rafters all raised.
In spite of the cursing
That all of us said.
It carried the suffering
Until it was gone
Into every bloodline,
Into every bone.
The knees felt the sorrow
That all of us shared.
The angels were naked,
Their hearts didn’t care.
Suddenly, sorrow had
Music to play and
All of us listening
Knew just what to say.
Vicki Woodyard
Oh, so beautiful and powerful, Vicki! I love this lovely poem.