Her desert experience had left her
Parched and dry, leaving a trickle
Of a stream, becoming stagnant
And full of lies
She had seeked something better
To take its place, a wanderlust shaking
The dust from her feet and face…
Taking the dusty book from the shelf
She is convicted of its words,
Surely this is something that will change
Her life
Enraptured with the Good News she is led
To share it with her mother and brother
She is concerned with her brother’s ways,
Heeding her concern he turns to God,
Changing his life for the better
Her mother is converted and becomes
Zealous, going to opposite extremes
Pronouncing hell fire and damnation,
Embarrassing her in front of family and
Friends
She becomes puzzled, her mind questions
Her new found faith, why does she have
This anger with her mother, why has the
Light suddenly become dark with shame?
The pressing memories of the past
Creates turmoil and confusion as she
Vacillates between anger and blame
Her mind is ready to explode, she developes
A puzzling way of defense as she retreats
Into darkness
Compulsive behavior becomes a prey
Repetitive prayers and rituals to keep
The enemy at bay
Using codes and symbols that assemble
In her head
A stutter of the mind begins, at each
Assault her mind makes a circle of words
In sequence of five, as the battle intensifies
It is difficult to explain the intricate design
That weaves the girl’s mind to the womb
Of her mother’s time
She desperately desires to cut the cord
That ties her to her maternal past
But these ties resist, there is not an
Instrument sharp enough to sever this
All these desires are as ropes of sand
Always returning to where she began
Fleeing into a shiftless sea of windswept
Sand
But in time she will understand the words
That are spoken
“You have drawn in your heart a picture
Of Me, one like your father, but he is not
The one you will see”
To be continued…
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