Specialist in grief and loss,
My counsel sought by highest king.
I hid my shingle for his fear,
Lest Yahweh’s blessing be withheld.
What outrage that he comes here now?
Demands my persecutor’s speech!
He seeks a word beyond that grave
Which he himself may soon call home.
He longs for comfort, signs of hope,
Believing in this mother's mercy.
What mercy did he spare for me
And for my work with those who grieve?
Ministry of presence, not often understood.
Yet, wordless courage, shared, allows
Unburdening in company -
And who would not seek such release?
My followers will be condemned,
Just as I am labeled ‘witch’.
They will be stoned and set to flame,
Tho’ their calling comfort gives.
(1 Samuel 28)
© 2017, A.Koh-Butler