Broken Glass

 

The Earth, she lay on broken glass

Whispering through her pain "this too shall pass"

Creating stained church windows with her blood

Her tears mixing in dirt and making mud

She knew great pain but loved us still

Thou we were the cause that made her ill

I thought her strong, my mother, my all

It never occurred that she too could fall

And father, the love seeping from his eyes

What we did to his beloved, broke him inside

Wanting to stop it, he raised his hand

Instead of punishment, he wrote in the sand

But only a few could see through conceit

The words in the sand written strong and neat

Some tried to alert, please look at the ground

But the others screamed "silence!" Don't utter a sound

But in that quiet, we held our breath

And heard mother whimper, fearing death

And knowing in our hearts if she could live

It would be because our lives we were willing to give

It wasn't toward death we took our walk

But toward the sand with note board and chalk

To copy the message so we could tell

How to bring momma back from her painful hell

And so we wrote ever diligently

As our spirits combined so faithfully

To speak the truth, to make a sound

Until sweet mothers majesty about us abound