bitterness stood on the mountain
opened its
hand
let
the rock
roll down
it struck another
which struck another –
in the end – complete devastation
the girl
alone
is under that rubble somewhere
God is dead
(it could be said)
by the girl
alone
who would want a father?
they cheat
mistreat
leave
and righteous anger
ignites
burns bright
leaves a
block
of ice
but he has many names besides Father
there is
one
meant just
for her
a name she can trust
we must
help her find him
she is done with fathers
the rumbling rolling rocks
bounced battered bruised
each cut,
scrape, purple mark
the result
of what a father is like
to her
what she needs
mud in her
eye
the hem of
a robe
the
stirring of waters
a handout
of fish and bread
a “peace be
still”
a simple
word
a calling
forth
a miracle
perhaps of the bulldozer kind
to move the stones that cascaded and tumbled
down the mountain of her heart
since you are in the stone moving business
