- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Believe and you Shall Receive
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For my sister, it was Anna
turning bluer day by day
she died at seven months
no matter how my sister prayed
But for me it was the kitten
silky soft and gray
the epiphany of innocence
left alone on the freeway
I got off at the next exit
trusting as I prayed,
“God, let me save the kitten;
please keep the cars at bay.”
But the kitten was smashed
when I got back
as was my faith
All those years of Sunday school
let out their final breath
that day on the freeway
my faith coming to rest
For my sister, it was Anna
approached with a mustard seed
faith supposed to move mountains
tumbling down, harrowing
Now we whisper of the past
and how we once believed
and how, all our lives we were lied to
how those steeples do deceive
- COMMENTS
tazz317over 12 years agoand with common knowledge of pets on freeways on daily basis. TK U MLJ LV NV
LeBrozabout 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,500 poems.
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duddle146about 17 years agoFaith is the substance of things hoped for...who ever knows the answer.
dcpoet44over 18 years agobut hey...i like this spot here so much i couldn't of said it any better than this:
All those years of Sunday school
let out their final breath
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i'm glad i caught this one......overall nicely done...don
