Blessed is the sacred
Depression of the woman
In the bedroom of mirrors

Blessed is the dead man
Who feeds her
Marching here and there
With broken porcelain

Blessed is the cat
Who lives between them
Inside the room stinking with sleepers

Blessed is the house they call home
Whose walls are cracked
And racked with guilt and mold

Blessed is the child who may
Or may not be born
Blessed is the work still to be done

Blessed are the lies they tell
Blessed is the greater truth

Blessed are the resources they call on
For better or worse
Blessed is the challenge accepted

Blessed is the solitary dove who flies for them
Above this earth, blind and unseen.