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Mar 2012
Shaking trembling even as I write this--
is this that righteous anger of which
the pastor spoke last Sunday?  Is it
mere indignance?  It seems
as though a massive, sprawling
shadow of some unseen, overwhelming
thing.  Nakedly I hide my face,
am filled with dread in the presence
of this foreign beast, and pray it pass
by morning.
© K.E. Parks, 2012
Karen Elena Parks
Written by
Karen Elena Parks  Arlington, TX
(Arlington, TX)   
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