Poetry by Cynthia Pitman
I cradle emptiness in my arms
as if it were a holy thing,
embrace it with the warmth
of mortality,
caress it with wet hands
dipped in the River Jordan,
soothe it with the sound
of sweet psalms,
fall to my knees,
baptize it with my tears,
rock it gently,
sing to it sweetly,
cling to it desperately
so it will never, ever leave me
all alone.
About the Poet
Cynthia Pitman is a retired high school English teacher. She has had poetry published in Vita Brevis, Leaves of Ink, Amethyst Review, Postcard Poems and Prose, Right Hand Pointing, Ekphrastic Review, Literary Yard, Adelaide Literary Magazine, Three Line Poetry, Third Wednesday, and Mused. Her first poetry book, The White Room, is forthcoming.
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