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Giving up Church for Lent
Sarah Anne
Remember prayer circles
Where others whispered words
to a Being as real as we believed.
My fingers dug into my skin
find a flaw, touch, squeeze, until blood,
and then I'd try to fold my hands again,
Try to focus on words again, listen or pray? Listen and pray, but still skin crawling.
My turn next, what script do I pull to make a prayer worth praying for these people to pray or listen? Pray. God. Blood
under my fingernails.
Jesus, blood, sorry, thanks, unworthy, weather, salvation so people wouldn't be tormented for eternity. Skin, pick, blood.
Amen? Do they agree that this is my torment, that these moments shaped the ever wandering moments of my soul.
Sarah Anne
Remember prayer circles
Where others whispered words
to a Being as real as we believed.
My fingers dug into my skin
find a flaw, touch, squeeze, until blood,
and then I'd try to fold my hands again,
Try to focus on words again, listen or pray? Listen and pray, but still skin crawling.
My turn next, what script do I pull to make a prayer worth praying for these people to pray or listen? Pray. God. Blood
under my fingernails.
Jesus, blood, sorry, thanks, unworthy, weather, salvation so people wouldn't be tormented for eternity. Skin, pick, blood.
Amen? Do they agree that this is my torment, that these moments shaped the ever wandering moments of my soul.
