Christian Poetry -174

Naomi

"I went out full and the LORD hath brought me home again empty... Ruth 1:21a"

Sobs crack air
eyes, tumid map of veins
pulse a widow's elegy
scan horizon flat as hope

Her mouth blisters with unspoken words
sucked mute by the vacuum of loss

Muscles tear from the force
of holding back desire
for the anointing of his embrace

She hears the wanton howl
of the black hole that dares her to forget

And calls out the names of her sons

Vultures circle