Prayer

Source of memory and forgetting

garmenting me with skins of light,

of all names and no name,

of silence, voice and the still

point between

We rise
for the ancient prayer
for the dead
a pathway back
for the living,

The mourners within me rise
for the sake of the forgotten,
for the sake of the slaughter, for the sake
of the wounding,
the broken, the grief.