Kathryn Knight Sonntag
Salt Lake City, UT, USA

Because the path of sackcloth
and ashes we travel leads
to the eternal mountain
of Ezekiel, Enoch, and Moses—
where the holiest of holies
sings with every figure of creation.

Because the Son’s tears, suspended
over the children of men,
the wo, wo is me, from the Earth,
our Mother, will finally fall
into the Waters of Life, blooming
every soul into an abiding
measure of its creation.

Because through all things and in all things
is love outside of time—the Son
who knows the paths
of everything that lives.

This poem is part of our The Psalms of Women series.