This weeks poem is by Mary Enda Hughes, SSND
The Second Mile
When I was young
I did not know complexities
So caught was I
between the sun and sea.
My song was fish-clean
salt stung
needing no reason.
But now
--anguish and the dry leaves
ending fall--
I hunt October out
when the incredible air
had peaked to perfect gift
I could not take.
Before it broke
I thought I was alive
And yet had not resolved
the reason for the heart
For now
I sing my ragged tune
To a God I met somewhere
Who tells me,
“Go the second mile - - and dare.”
