A few weeks ago, a friend introduced me to the poetry of Ann Weems. Here are the first few lines of “Yesterday’s Pain”...
In the godforsaken, obscene quicksand of life,
there is a deafening alleluia
rising from the souls of those who weep,
and of those who weep with those who weep.
...brings tears to my eyes...
Weems says more in 30 words than most of us can in 1500. The wife of a Presbyterian minister, she lost her only son, who was murdered the day after his 21st birthday. Such a senseless tragedy and yet somehow this strong woman has not only kept her faith strong but celebrates it through her poetry. She is one of my heroes.
In the godforsaken, obscene quicksand of life,
there is a deafening alleluia
rising from the souls of those who weep,
and of those who weep with those who weep.
...brings tears to my eyes...
Weems says more in 30 words than most of us can in 1500. The wife of a Presbyterian minister, she lost her only son, who was murdered the day after his 21st birthday. Such a senseless tragedy and yet somehow this strong woman has not only kept her faith strong but celebrates it through her poetry. She is one of my heroes.
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