Image: Kathryn Yingst
A Prayer For Hunt, Texas
Raise your voices
Through the trees
Around each curve
Of limbs
Of water
That every space
Is found
Is filled
With presence
Persistent
Until each Mystic child
Is reunited
Into the arms
Of her beloveds
Though mothers
Wear their grief
Like crowns of thorns
At least
At last
May they hold their daughters
Like a meadow
Holds flowers
Vastly
Deeply
And devastatingly beholden
To their fierce
And fragile
Glory.
-Kathryn Yingst
July 2025