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
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
One for each finger
We turned our water into whining
"Let us be like Christ"
We were steeples
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.
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