She has belief without comprehension and in her crutchwork shack she is much like us ...
tamping the bread into edible forms, regarding her children at play with something akin to relief ...
ignoring the towers ablaze in the distance because they are not revelations but things of glass, easily shattered ...
and if you were to ask her, she might sayβ sometimes God visits his wrath upon an impious nation for its leadersβ sins,
and we might agree: seeing her mutilations.
Originally published by Poetry SuperHighway. Keywords/Tags: veil, veiled, religion, faith, belief, mothers, children, war, God, wrath, destruction, violence, Armageddon, Apocalypse, end times, last days, judgment day