I remember sitting alone in a park.
My shoulders arced, I felt no peace.
The air was humid,
Clouds were gray.
I thought
at least the rain would put me at ease.
I whispered a short prayer-
the kind that was rushed and abrupt.
Then I asked God what mankind is that He was so mindful of us.
Sacrosanct- something that is considered to be too important to change or question.
Then the leaves belonging to the trees surrounding me all bumped one another
Whispering back in a christened voice
and suddenly
humanity became sacrosanct.
He heard me.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC
I remember sitting alone in a park.
My shoulders arced, I felt no peace.
The air was humid,
Clouds were gray.
I thought
at least the rain would put me at ease.
I whispered a short prayer-
the kind that was rushed and abrupt.
Then I asked God what mankind is that He was so mindful of us.
Sacrosanct- something that is considered to be too important to change or question.
Then the leaves belonging to the trees surrounding me all bumped one another
Whispering back in a christened voice
and suddenly
humanity became sacrosanct.
He heard me.