The Halo that would not Light...

The Halo That Would Not Light

Lucie Brock- Broido

When after many years , the raptor bak

let loose of you,

He dropped your tiny body

in the sacarab- colored hollow

of a carriage, left you like a finch

Wrapped in its nest of linens wound

With linden leaves in a child's cardboard box.

Tonight the wind is hover-

Hunting as the leather seats of swings go back

And forth with no one in them

As certain and invisible as

Red scarves silking endlessly

From a magician's hollow hat

And the spectacular catastrophe

Of your endless childhood

Is done.



 It is so funny how life works, because it was just this weekend that I had learned that as a part of the Pro- Life movement there will be 40 days of fasting and this poem reminded completely of the reason why I am a pro-life activist. This poem made me think of all those children who will never be able to see the beautiful light of day. They are angels, but unfortunately will never be given the chance to have their halos glow with the Lords light.

This poem was a representation of the childhood that many do not like to think about- the childhood that some many never get to know. It is a very dark though, but very impactful because I feel like everyone can relate to this poem whether they know someone who lost a child, or they themselves feel like their childhood is lost to them.

A halo is the simplest symbol of Angels. When we think of the glowing beauty above the head- we think of a golden love only to be found from God. A love of and for a child is simple and beautiful like the glowing of a halo. It is always bright- and even Jesus himself  said that we should love as children do. Mostly because they love with ALL their hearts.

Throughout these next 40 days I will be thinking about this poem, in remembrance of all those little children with- as I believe- their glowing halos.