![Our Mother, Who Art Beside Us [Poem]](http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0570/0381/articles/AdobeStock_96518080-1024x684_2048x.jpeg?v=1487717881)
Our Mother, Who Art Beside Us [Poem]
Our Mother, who art beside us,
thank you for knowing my name.
Kingdoms overcome, my will all undone:
unearth what remains of heaven.
Give me this day—
my daily bread.
And outlive my doubts, as I’m a shouter and coward.
Cradle me after temptation, and remain through each damned sequel.
For thine is the freedom,
each flower,
and all story,
Forever Endeavoring. Amen.
Leave a comment
Comments will be approved before showing up. We don't allow comments that are disrespectful or personally attack our blog writers.
Also in The Waking
Love
Upon Learning My Uncle Doug Had Been Married and Divorced Before He Died: A Dialectic
+_
-
_____________________________________________
_____________________________________________
The Waking is an online literary magazine and a part of the Ruminate creative community that houses high-quality literary writing about what it’s like to be human. We are interested in short-form prose and visual-text hybrid work. This art can be beautiful, it can be strange, we just ask that it feels true.
READ
