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I ASK MYSELF

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I am an old woman
Who doesn’t understand
Why people keep the Sabbath by staying at home
And not by going to church
Any for the more.
For there’s always been much.

Pardon my curiosity but
I am as fucked up as you are

The only difference is within
My frail limbs
My slouch,
And tired bones

Am I that benumbed?
Are they that benumbed?

Aren’t we scatterbrained?
And our souls destroyed?

How can a person who last went on Easter,
Look up to the Almighty as a helper,
Or Providence as a provider?

Is it their ugliness that keeps them
From meeting their own?
And spend useful time to insist,
that He doesn’t even exist?

When I open my eyes
And see my spent self,
Your strong self,
And other beautiful works
I know He is alive.

Do not be a blackguard.
Feel your heartbeat
It’s His drumbeat
To fuel your spirit
So you can always praise Him,
And cherish all our blessings
For they’re from Him.

This is  inspired by a conversation I had with my grandmother, who was recently questioning my nonconformist ways.

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