The Holy Faithful

The Holy Faithful

A Poem by After the Blackbird Sings

I know she prays to God like a little girl before
She crawls into bed and we worship,
Suspecting all the while that thundercloud rider has been holding out on us,
Displeased by her liturgy of moans as I rest in the paradise of her garden.
What have you denied her that she's pulling my hand towards her pleasures;
And what is it I lack that keeps her praying to you?

© 2008 After the Blackbird Sings


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After the Blackbird Sings
Ignore that copyright at the bottom; that's not true.

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Wow dear, I LOVE this poem, so simple, yet it says SO SO much! Fantastic!

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Added on October 22, 2008
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