messy wisdom

poetry and other musings from the mind of rebecca noel

He is made of forgiveness

But what to do when I can’t forgive You?
Prayer hands around my neck
Tears against burning cheeks
like smoldered ashes
A nail for each leg, uncrossed

A flood, a fire, a death among friends –
Where does the omnipotent go to hide?

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