Deliverance
Friday March 21, 2008
Eli
pain blurs everything can’t
move can’t adjust so weight doesn’t drag
shoulders grind. pain’s
all there is
faces, women’s Mother’s wracked, that young rich
kid John’s
son of thunder, you don’t look like you could
whimper now. he
trusted in God let God deliver
him jeers taunts buzz ears. pain at least shoves
all that in
background. Papa Joseph, where’d you come
from? missed you long
talk in carpenter’s shop you knew cross coming didn’t you when
you died you. eyes
stinging can’t wipe them
can’t wait to
see everybody loud
crowding together. pulling at
hands can’t move,
much harder now to breathe, dry lips mouth full of
leaves dark cursing
soldiers throwing dice for my
robe Eli, used to heal people who touched hem of
people not born praise-Eli
where- You-
are- people in the dust
valley of shadow You are
with-You where are
I -Eli-
Tags: chronic pain, cross