The rabbit squeals and the wolf comes,
But not to rescue.
I clutch the child and bar the door to call your name again:
Holy one, if you are mercy,
Holy one, if you are love,
Holy one, if you are mighty,
Holy one, if your ears can hear,
Bend your head down to my cry.
Hear the voice of one who now the dark has found:
She is the one who honors you,
She is the one who fails you,
She is the one who plucks the kernels from the stones,
She is the one who raises up the child and says,
Feed this one again; succor him as I cannot.
For the rabbit's squeals have ended,
The wolf will soon approach.
Soon the son must stand to take the knife:
His mother will not hold it,
The sword has gone to rust,
As hunger seeks the bread,
Yet his mother finds her voice
To ask, "Holy one, which voice are you?"
The rabbit or the wolf?
Copyright 2004 Jody Serey. All Rights Reserved.