The Well

The Abstract

By the ancestral well tucked in the forest deep, that place   where the innocent were slain, history shuffles toward truth.   Birds above our heads today sit on the wild branches of old,   speaking of the earliest cultures now gone that we come to weep.   This well taught us how to live, […]

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Poetry by H. J. Recinos

By the ancestral well tucked

in the forest deep, that place

 

where the innocent were slain,

history shuffles toward truth.

 

Birds above our heads today

sit on the wild branches of old,

 

speaking of the earliest cultures

now gone that we come to weep.

 

This well taught us how to live,

sing, dance, and mourn. With every

 

drink it gave the earth, the sky,

the sun, the moon became the sacred

 

world to us. Here awake this

night, we eat and drink beside it,

 

still.

 


Harold Recinos is Professor of Church and Society at the Perkins School of Theology at Southern Methodist University. His first poetry collection, Voices on the Corner, will be published by Wipf and Stock in 2016.