Dutch Boy

I am a twenty-first century Dutch boy.

My feeble finger stuck in the dike’s leak.

I want to stop the pain in your soul.

But incessant pressure mounts up, 

and more leaks spout.

I am a twenty-first century Mother.

I want to fix it, but I can’t.

I try in my feeble ways, but I can’t.

So I do what I can do.

I pray. Incessantly, I pray.