Bells of Kyiv
By Gloria Mindock
The churches are empty,
half standing,
no bells to ring.
In the wreckage,
lays a cross no one
has touched.
Jesus lays there.
Broken.
Is there a meaning to this?
Will he rise again
in this country?
Someone will pick him up,
carry him in their arms,
kiss the cross he is on.
Everyone needs to be protected,
to be loved.
Someone else will find his hand.
No nails binding the freedom
we all need.
First published in The International Poetry Anthology; reprinted from Mindock's collection Grief Touched the Sky at Night (Glass Lyre Press, 2023)
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