Bread
Martha stayed alone
in the hot kitchen
and showed her love
the only way she knew
by baking bread.
Bread became flesh,
was broken on the cross:
the women stood by and
watched
while Mary wept.
Mothers have always wept
in times of war.
When soldier sons die
they eat no more,
yet the family still must be fed.
But the knife becomes the sword
as she cuts the bread
by Juanita Woolliscroft
from "the Friend", 14th March 2008
Pieta by Meltem Aktas
2 comments:
that's a beautiful 'pieta' image.
and interesting thought in the poem too. thanks for sharing.
dear friend,
hey, thanks for stopping by - I have been progressively captivated by representations of the 'pieta' ever since encountering a wooden sculpture in Durham Cathedral by Fenwick Lawsona number of years ago.
I hope to post some other images on the enacted pieta later in the week if i have time
peace and light
si
;o)]
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