she wants to believe in miracles
some folks think that’s odd
firmly rooted in their realities
as she listens for the voice of God
but lately God’s been silent
His/Her mercy is not there
thus she sits, chain-smoking,
refusing to cry in her lovely lair
many have been her troubles
& she knows she’s not the only one
this knowledge brings no comfort
as she watches another rising sun
a list of blessings she has made:
food in the fridge & a good man’s love
yet she can’t help but feel let down
by whoever’s runnin’ things above
each day she grows more anxious
the simplest task is now a strain
& darkness overwhelms her
on those long nights filled with pain
the holy lifeline is no more
heaven has closed it gates
is this meant to teach her patience?
she wonders, & she waits
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