These are some lines from the first of a pair, “remember me”, which came as I listened to the litany before the Eucharist:
# 1
how can I forget
when it’s you who holds my cries until they’re silent
when we both feel winter’s cold sting
on my skin, in my bones, my heart
when it’s you who feels my terror
when I try to starve the desperate voices in me
remember me
© 3 July 2020
Cindy B. Stevens
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