I Believe Poem by Francie Lynch

I believe in her.
Not in supplication or prayer,
But because she cares
About every countless hair,
Every fallen sparrow
And unopened flower.
I believe
In her power,
Her daily miracles.
She cries wet tears,
Her heart beats blood,
Her hands open and close
Around weed or rose.
She's no virgin deity;
She's not ascended beyond reach.
Not an image of pity,
Craddling a bruised and bloody body
(Though she would) .
She is flesh and thought.
I believe
Because she is real;
Because I need to.