Saraca Inima Me

Christian Century, July 26, 2005 by Steve Wilson

--outside Biertan, Romania

Saraca Inima Me (My Sorrowing Heart)

   Hush, my heart. There is still the light

   through the windows, fields that remember
   you. Past the yellow church beside the forest,
   hush. I've had to learn the case of waiting.
   Somewhere, in autumns, the songs grow surer
   with waiting. You cannot hurry through
   hurt. Quiet. Still. Slow, like those swallows
   along the rooftops. Color upon a shawl.

   World, loving its long evenings in silence.