God of Abraham
God of the wheat
God of the crusades and hoof beats.
Faith is what i have and crusted blood.

A harvest of hope waits for time to run out
as time runs out
during lifes penitentiary of labor and apologies.
It's regularity.

At last one looks up, and they are wise,
and words like these diminish meaning,
and you feel your lonliest among mankind.


Sara Fielder © Nov 2020