Throwing stones at the sky Hoping they’ll skip across clouds Turning air into meaning. We’re definitely turning something into something, Water into wine, is it? Miracles! That’s what I need, Not careless deeds, Not random acts of kindness. Holy prayers Made by holey hands… But won’t the words slip right through? Can we not just…
Tag: religion
Salvation
Slender beams of light stream Through panes of glass And dust. I kneel, Always in prayer, always in pain, Awaiting accusation, Defying salvation
The Puppet Maker
I am a woman Made of wood; Paint and carve, And chip away. Pretend you made me But, I was always alive. Make me a mouth So I can give you back Your little words, Oh, Creator, Consumed by madness. My god without eyes Look and see: It fits, It fits.
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