the old worn prayer, nearly
forgotten,
the one
where i ask for mercy,
for guidance,
for deliverance
from poverty
and fear.
how many nights did
i pray this
prayer,
rubbing hard the crucifix
in my
small hands,
fingers pressing against
the sliver body of Christ,
begging
for silence,
as i listened to the parents
below
destroy nearly
everything.
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