"Keening," by Daniela Simina
Her gift for posterity,
the undying gift of Bride the Banfile,
power of word endowing
the pain and agony
with immortality.
Inheritance she left for
those to come.
The inheritance of spirit
passed on beyond blood.
Spear struck Ruadan
and without his blood spilled
that deep and powerful voice,
Her voice,
would never had risen.
A mother's grief birthed lamentation,
sacred union of word and sound
wedded by pain to never part again.
Him, left dead, her left alive,
her left to live forever in the heart of each of us
knowingly or unknowingly,
each time someone is keening.
Her gift for posterity,
the undying gift of Bride the Banfile:
the visceral yell erupting from
the soul sliced open,
the soul of a mother
cradling her dead child,
and nevertheless
make that a gift,
a step into immortality. (Text from the devotional poetry blog Stone on the Belly)