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The Journal of A. Paige White Who will it be
06/01/2007 11:26 p.m.
for poetry commenter #444?
Whoever it is...
I'll go check out their library extensively just because it will be a cool number.
333 was cool too.
Trapped in her dust
breathing in their must
this flesh harboring wicked be
surrounding her, surrounded
pounding heart, soon pounded
until stilled
by stony hearts as weighed in sin as hers
cast for death
how many before her had found no escape?
Rahab did. Not just an adulteress, but a heathen selling
the pleasure her body could give
Did her family start selling her?
So they could eat?
She may have been one of the luckier ones
their religions regularly sacrificed children
Father God sacrificed His only son too
He became, in His son, the monster we thought him to be
requiring awful death of a beloved
So we could become partakers of the goodness He really is
It's beyond my human comprehension.
I just can't wrap my mind around it all.
But I believe He is true. And I believe He is good.
a little less than the mores I'd write
If I were a theologian
a little more than the lessons so trite
If I weren't a woman
a little less than a man
and more than mere amour...
Lessons on less than I've learned
and spurned...
many times burned
a little less than
pages unturned
I am currently Pathetic
I am listening to memories of my daughter's voice
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