Nothing More
When she closed her eyes
the weight of the world went away,
she could be whatever or whomever
she wanted; nothing more than a dream to dream.
When she closed her eyes
the potential of the world was realized,
she could, with elementary arithmetic,
add it all up, give grace to God and be good.
There was not always time
to close her eyes. Sometimes she had to watch
the world this way; bent and brutal.
This too she subtracted for God.
Copyright © Walter Rooks Jr. | Year Posted 2005
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