The view from a ferry in just off the Seattle coast last August. Snapped with my iPod.
You'll have to help me understand:
You, who left her here in this weary
little body, blood and bones,
Betrayed, abused, sinful WOMAN
created from this godlike rib--
"I don't want to be free," she whispers,
"I have too much baggage for this journey--"
so much shit on these tiny shoulders,
these little legs and arms can't lift
her face to heaven for fear
of condemnation. "Sometimes
I wish never knew You," she whispers,
ashamed, watering the linoleum
with salty tears. YOU blessed her
with intelligence and a thirst for Solomonic
wisdom, but this little brain can't comprehend
little body, blood and bones,
Betrayed, abused, sinful WOMAN
created from this godlike rib--
"I don't want to be free," she whispers,
"I have too much baggage for this journey--"
so much shit on these tiny shoulders,
these little legs and arms can't lift
her face to heaven for fear
of condemnation. "Sometimes
I wish never knew You," she whispers,
ashamed, watering the linoleum
with salty tears. YOU blessed her
with intelligence and a thirst for Solomonic
wisdom, but this little brain can't comprehend
the Love You proved on that bloody wood,
pouring down in gallon bucketfuls
before I was born and always.
God, this Love is something.
Image and poem © 2011 Christa Hillmer. Please contact me (chillmer06@hotmail.com) to use my work.
pouring down in gallon bucketfuls
before I was born and always.
God, this Love is something.
Image and poem © 2011 Christa Hillmer. Please contact me (chillmer06@hotmail.com) to use my work.
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