Pant Y Plant

Blocked off water courses slowly forced
the shift. Movement noted. Shepherds
watched… and slept.

Collars buttoned, frantic and tidy,
their prayer for the thoughtless morning
is a news reel in black and white.

Mrs Rees, under her kitchen table
was saved from the mudslide
when they lifted her out.

Dance for Mrs Rees…
she’s lost her grandson.

Those folded hands holding Mrs Rees,
her hair pinned softly, made timeless
impact. Pushed before her to point my
toes, I wondered why wasn’t she crying?

Confused, but on mission, I knew
God watched the ward once you got there
– proved by Auntie Eunice’s frequent stays.
What couldn’t be spoken was, He didn’t stop it.

(Pant Y Plant is Field of Children in Welsh)