Three Poems

In Your Hour of Need, God

People say I turned out of weakness

I loved the things of the world. Lust of the flesh
Lust of the eyes, pride of life,
daughters, more, granddaughters.
I refused to believe. I refused God.

And yet.
When women leave men for other men
for better or worse,
when child scream and child laugh wrestle
our hearts to the sweet earth,
when the blues bands wail our sorrow
and we are still from grief
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