Michael Burch Poet Free verse

Veiled

She has belief
without comprehension
and in her crutchwork shack
she is
much like us . . .

tamping the bread
into edible forms,
regarding her children
at play
with something akin to relief . . .				

ignoring the towers ablaze
in the distance
because they are not revelations
but things of glass,
easily shattered . . .

and if you were to ask her,
she might say—
sometimes God visits his wrath
upon an impious nation
for its leaders’ sins,

and we might agree:
seeing her mutilations.

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Gershon Wolf September 23, 2019 at 12:50 PM Very powerful juxtaposition of how God visits upon nations and people. Two thumbs up. ~ Gershon Michael Burch September 23, 2019 at 1:27 PM I was primarily contrasting how people of two different religions see each other. To some Muslims, the United States is the Great Satan. To some Christians, the way women are treated in the Middle East is ungodly. There can be a vast disconnect.