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Nobadi Nozmi Poem
You can't really understand
Them until you look
A spider's web
In-between two railings
Swinging in the wind
It almost looks like
The strands will rip apart
Barely holding on
By either end
It's almost like the web
Isn't even there
You have to look at it
In the right light
With the right angle
But not everybody
Likes spider webs
So that can be a good thing
Unless they run into it
Unwittingly
Where's the spider?
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Nobadi Nozmi Poem
Lord-
God-
Sir-
I don’t call your name enough
To know what it is.
Forgive me-
Please-
Thank you-
How do you begin
A conversation with a stranger
Or a God you only acknowledge
When drowning in unholy water
Gurgled pleas and reaching hands
Hear me through it
Hold my hand
Silence-
Too many words-
Too few-
I never know what to say
But right now I feel like talking
Will you listen?
Ask-
Seek-
Knock-
How far away am I?
Jesus, I will find you.
Lord I am here. Please open the door
Hallowed be your name.
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Nobadi Nozmi Poem
A shovel to the skull.
Dig
the
words
out
or tear them from under the skin.
They lie right at the surface,
but buried deep enough
that the casket fits,
filled with the ones she killed
when she didn't give breath to them
or a touch from the hands
that bring them life.
Dig.
Find the graves and save the ones still lost
becuase they will do the same.
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