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
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| David Chapman-artist |
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
