Knot Still Tied?
We can see with our eyes how they stand
tuxedo and gown, before all, hand in hand
and hear with our ears each I do
and see, over time, precious lives that ensue
from the two become one —
the striking alikeness of daughters and sons
with laughter and labor
healing and hurt
till laughter is labor
and bad becomes worse
through poverty, sickness
distraction, work
other interests.
What’s dearest becomes distant.
Covert consummations
spawn lopsided smiles
as long, lavish trains
await wide paper aisles.
Do we have to take sides?
A lifetime together
the lawyers divide.
But what about the merged soul
that cannot be un-merged?
Can we see what’s neglected
and left to thirst?
Or hear the sound of the ripping
of self from self?
See the lean toward lost flesh?
The dysfunction of will?
Hear I do as I don’t
in a racket of guilt?
If we could see what’s inside–
all that dying can’t kill,
would we recognize wreckage
as space to be filled
or a knot that’s still tied?
Rita A. Simmonds
Rita A. Simmonds is an award winning poet, and author of three books of poetry: Souls and the City, Bitterness and Sweet Love, and Greeting the Seasons.
Let us pray for all marriages, all families, all lives daily! Our Lady, Untier of the knots in our life, pray for us!
To choose peace requires us to choose the cross, as Christ did!