The children lament,
crying softly in the stillness of the night
mourning in the long reaches of the day;

He who had come is gone,
He who was ever near is now far,
He who was the gift of every promise,
the happiness of every joy,
the soothing of every hurt,
He who drove away even darkness;

He who was mine,
who was my own,
who was everywhere
even when I wasn’t looking-

The others have taken him
to their own place,
far away to live in judgement,
to lay forth every meaning
for those who were lost
on the mountain
they had found to climb.

Gone from the innocent to
reveal sins to those who know sins depths
but no longer
remember innocence
or the innocence
that lives in the sin.

He who was near is now far,
and the children lament,
crying softly in the stillness of the night.

 

David Russell OFS,
Assisi