Shall Never Lose Its Power Poem by Lora Cooley

Children paint diagrams of God upon their hands
Hoping somewhere on this earth they can find a place to stand
They feel safer than a statue when the pain in life demands
Its fear but it understands
What's left in a heartbeat?
Hands off your fate
Bury yourself in mistakes
Like a dream I had of lost faith
It fades
But still thunders on
Every plus fed with bodies
Soaked in blood
It'll leave but tell me
Where does it go?
I am the moth-drenched love of a windstorm
I shake like a spider in the rain
And it hits
Like a brick
Five times
One for each finger
We turned our water into whining
"Let us be like Christ"
We were steeples
Hands held
And eyes wide
Tangled like intruders in the wire of a fence
A fence is built to protect what lies inside
Do you feel sick?
Because I do.