Feast

of the

Holy Innocents

Rachel still weeps

Holy Innocents, Innocentes pro Christo.
Primitiae Deo, et Agno,
not fruits of the harvest, but
fruits of the season’s hope and promise -
First fruits sacrificed on the altars of
the grief-hot hearts of new motherhood, abrupted.
The raging madness of the selfward
still rages on, sees a threat that is no threat,
still sees others as obstacles or objects only,
still spawns erratic fear and blinding obsession,
still boils in the veins, blinding to truth,
still sacrifices the pure, the innocent,
in the self-turned hearts of new motherhood, aborted.