Psalm to Saint Monica

                  praying together..St. Monica and me

Like you,

Have I birthed my own Augustine,

full of life

and lust

and love...disordered?

Like you,

would I
abandon ground
and take to sea

to follow a son

adrift from me?

Like you

I am wrenched

with sweat

with tears
with prayers, for years

weeping upon weeping

courting despair.

Now crying to you

to intercede through

the waste and rubble

of my augustine's trouble
Unlike you,

who sits so much closer than I

to his Majesty on High

Would you beg me a favor

of a word from our Saviour

Regarding my reply
Ask from our Father

Who knows all my fears

Ask from our Jesus

Who sees all my tears

Ask from our Holy Spirit

Who know when my hope

all but disappears

To My Son,

Far from your mother's side

You run and hide,

Our close connection seems to have died,

My love stalking you

through darkened steps,

ambushed by Satan's pride

and wordly reason. Angels breaking down fences

and entering in,

a holy treason. Now

I am at the devil's door, knocking fiercely

hearing your fears, bottling your tears .

I hold you tight

in my embrace,

Your fight is done

beloved son,

relax, it's won, and over

You are with Me, now

Your Father, Mother, Brother

your everlasting Lover!