I gasp aloud
With twisted, half-open mouth,
The sea of pain presses me, crushes me,
The pillow is wet with tears.
I cannot, I will not
rise through my pain.
Why do I almost welcome
This soul-piercing agony
I know you are somewhere, Lord,
But my eyes see an empty land,
I feel just the weight of my pain.
Vääristynyt suu avoinna
Tuskan meri painaa, musertaa,
kyyneleet kastelevat tyynyni.
En jaksa, en haluakaan,
tuskani alta ponnistaa.
Miksi melkein tervehdin
tätä kipua joka sieluani kalvaa.
Tiedän että olet olemassa, Herra,
mutta näen vain aution maan,
tunnen vain tuskani painon.
My son is asking
Why do you hurt
He is just one man,
What if he left
Why do you care
We are here together
We have food, warmth, peace
A home of our own.
That's just as it is
We were one
In spirit and in flesh (I believed)
Of course it hurts
When you are torn in two.
Punting on the Cam
Down, low between the banks
Supported by the water
Drifting, slowly moving,
I feel narrowly confined
Yet one with a wide new world
Separate from all I have known.
I will possess the river for an hour.
Something pulls me down,
Something draws me up, nearer to the sky,
The sky that is so far,
At the end of a bright clear upward path,
The green dark light of a willow almost touches me,
Then the wide arch of the bridge moves over me.
In my turn I stand up on shaky legs,
I lift the pole and water flows upon my arm.
The pole drops through my fingers,
Then, pushing, straining, the punt moves.
Twisting the pole, I pull it from the bottom
And steer, reining the punt like a horse.
Stepping up to the bank I feel strength and weakness in one.
I feel I could lift stone buildings,
Jump into the heavens,
Surely I haven't grown taller?
© Copyright by Sirkka Stephens, 1970