May 6, 2012
If you wake
And find yourself
On a battlefield
And you are dressed for tea
It can be
Disquieting
In the middle of the scene
The ancient buildings fallen
Rubble all around
A baby in a nightgown
Family argument
They said thunder meant
That God was throwing furniture
Is that the God you want to see
In heaven?
Did they just make Him up to be
Just like themselves?
Are we here to mend
The mess that's gone before?
Or rubber stamp the past
Onto everything we feel?
Are we permanently molded
In our crib?
I go back there
Like a switch thrown
When you yell.
I have to gather
All my years of being me
To clear the air.
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Dianne Schuch - Lindsey
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Comments
" I go back there
Like a switch thrown."
That is button pushing...powerful realizations.
Thanks for this.