--message found on voicemail by widow
Hello, I’m Pastor Hank Caring for you, my love, I just escaped
from the Very Good Bible Church Hell, whose memories were a noose that
Truth and Liberty Schools never loosened. How to believe
We have a blessing for you in cool air, soft light, when each breath is dying and
You can realize: God loves you seeing the dying over and again
to recognize him as your Savior rips and overturns my heart
Lord forgive me, Lord save me again. I am no Dante, cannot live only to be
Leave your number made up of days given to remembering
we’ll call you back as though anything ever could rouse you
from your jar of ashes.
is a retired clinical psychologist, German Lit major, photographer, and Pushcart nominee. She no longer lives for Art, but still thinks about it a lot. Real Poem received Honorable Mention in the 2013 Muriel Craft Bailey Memorial Contest. Kattywompus Press publishes Burrowing Song and Eggs Satori. Links to on-line poems at: www.cloudslikemountains.blogspot.com/.