Apr 2016
some say God is in the trees
but the cedar in front of my house
is always full of cackling old blackbirds
i hear the whisperings
of my Creator
somewhere
deep in the middle of me
maybe i am the church
maybe every pain is a memory
every tear a redemption
but the cedar in front of my house
is always full of cackling old blackbirds
i hear the whisperings
of my Creator
somewhere
deep in the middle of me
maybe i am the church
maybe every pain is a memory
every tear a redemption
first write for poetry month / the prompt I found from Rachel McKibbens -- If your body is a church , what memory is its god?
(45/F/Kentucky)
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