She kneels before an all forgiving God
a supplicant
asking for mercy
“Bless us, O
Lord, for I have sinned”
sighs
through her parted lips
A
conniving bitch
manipulating
to
get ahead
to
break even
to
fall in love
Her hair
veils her face
light
and shadow finger her expression
hollow
out her downcast eyes
highlight
the planes of her pale cheekbones
She prays for redemption and the strength to change
for God’s
hand to guide her onto another path
But
people don’t change
Her disease
seeps into her joints like lupus
spreads
through her organs
invades
every cell
infects her life and world
So the tears
shed before her Lord
water
and nourish nothing
Her vows of commitment
to convert
remain
unheard
by
her God
For she’s forgotten her Golden Rule—
Everyone
lies
Copyright 2014 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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