I don’t much like surprises
A carpenter’s life, a splinter here or there,
a tarnished shekel in the dust.
But this, my love, what are you telling me?
That I have waited so long for nothing?
How could you? Why would you break my heart?
How could it be, that you betray my promise,
my blemished bride, overripe and green?
I scream but no one hears me,
pray but no words come.
And so, tonight I’ll close my eyes till morning,
asking: Why, my Mary, why?
from Behold Your Mother, by Heidi Hess Saxton
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