Pieta

Spread your knees wide for the weight they bear,
Open wide your arms,
Bend down your head, Mother of Sorrows.
Naked, again he is yours,
Helpless again,
Lullaby, Lullaby,
He who turned from you,
Quiet against your breast,
Cradled at last.
Gone is the adventurous spirit,
Extinguished the flame,
He is yours again,
Enveloping arms.
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