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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required storm, weight of rain sloshes o’er the sides of the acrylic tub thunder of strobe, eyes blinking slashes of screams, disaster — utterance of lips, gutteral door jammed, eye to eye contact with the lion and lamb; the owl on heights of despair interrogates, scrutinizes, eyeballs the blood seas, sees all, inspects your history, his and his too, talons tapping. outside the storm-beset sanctuary enlightenment, smoky decanter, revolt against rage, mercy seeks mercy great, dumbo’s ears all wet, humbling effect, spirit genuflect running, running, out of breath entangled in net, unseen drooling at achilles tendon, heel’s devotion genuflection at soaked-white tow’r, emptied of a mother’s call, deliver’d a newborn once more — water breaking, agony of childbirth the ruination of seeds, road rage — off course; after impregnation of tumbling weeds, g.p.s turned off God is greater than all this. Later it seems frivolous. Weight was great — shoulder-pounding, tremulous. But He comforts us as if we had a boo-boo — God, great and wonderful cleanses the germs thoroughly, applies bandaid, kisses the wound; also the forehead mother’s heart and stomach patched; her seething brain restored to sanity God moved the husband’s hand to phone softened hearts of stone punishment was puny Three cords intertwined A fourth runs through and through Spirit of release and joy the Lord allows not the ruination of a mother’s soul; pulls her close — nose to nose with the lion, lamb and owl she can only smile now 8/12/2020 Brian Strand’s contest
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