Carry me through sandy storms, where smiles are real
and stoney hearts are kept
Far away
exchange my hour of disappointment.
Atone now, oh soulless foe.
Carry me to the land where humans grow
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8 responses to “Bathtub Prayers 6”
Amen! On so many levels … I was near the Connecticut shore when storm Sandy came through … I love the shape of the poem — like a breathing in and out and I love the re-definition of “atone.”
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wow-thank you for your kind words-I lived in Camden NJ -when the storm hit…indeed Amen(breathing)
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Sweet ink!
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Reblogged this on Mother Bethel Poetry Ministry.
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Can your foe take me as well its been a while since i glimpsed a truly naturally occurring smile.
Powerful stuff
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Yes…(the times we live in)
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Say it again! Words to live by in a wicked world!
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Amen- Shunpwrites…
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