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

Date: 9/23/2019 12:50:00 PM

Very powerful juxtaposition of how God visits upon nations and people. Two thumbs up. ~ Gershon

Michael Burch
Date: 9/23/2019 1:27:00 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.