i read that book
no more
jesus promises
merely fictional lore
i watched my friend
evelyn painfully squirm
rheumatoid arthritis
God's worm
on a bed of sweat
arizona hot summers
no air conditioning
phoenix heat
sure we prayed
those mennonites and me
ask anything in my name
and i'll do it
jesus claim
a memory of a bed
of pain
no healing
all that remain
a certain 'savior' liar
his legacy
his claim to fame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I dont believe what you say--- HE said and I believe 'Ask and you shall receive Seek and you shall find Knock and the door will be open' whatever your write is good keep writing regards anjali