Cedar Sweep ⩸ tuqqun ⩸

THE SIXTH SONG

i ask for healing
the bright leaves and the rich earth do not change
i shed our sorrow
i will weave it into a wrap for your shoulders
carry it to the dancing lights
you have my love
you have my love.

She kneeled before the death ulaq, tear-stained eyes fixed upon the tomb. She repeated the words as though her life depended on it, rocking as her son journeyed further and further away.

How would she make it through this? How would she find peace? How would she continue to find her voice as it faltered? How could she let go of the pain? How could she be there for him when he was so far away?

She did not know—but her doubt slowly began to lift.