Guadalupe (Ta Bron Orm)

In the dark, without warning,

the river rose without a sound.

Too quickly, too quietly,

it ran aground,

til swept away, swept away

all those lives — young and old —

were swept away.

Near and far across the world,

an inch or thousand miles away

Sadness is on me.

The faithful returned two weeks later

to church on Sunday, still mourning,

harboring questions, unspoken and unanswered,

Yet, in the end, confess

To whom else shall we go?

Near and far across the world

an inch or thousand miles away

Ta Bron Orm (Sadness is on me).