come flood me, God-
not in grievances aplenty,
but joy you’ve sent to find me.
i am naked beyond skin & rib
you took from sleeping Adam,
forming Eve, a woman tasting
bitter apple to become like you.
Knowing good & evil is a high
price to pay, when your son goes
on bended to pray for me.
Father, he whispers, hallowed be
your name, your kingdom come,
your will be done on earth (within
her), as it is in Heaven (where her
grandma resides beside me). Give
her this day her daily bread (peace I
leave & that of wheat she eats with
family) & forgive her trespasses as
she forgives those who trespass
against her. Lead her not into belief
of only dark, but deliver her from he
who haunts her dreams. For yours is
the power & the glory forever. Amen.
Your son says these words until all
evil words: you should never open
your mouth, Julia. You won’t get
better. Don’t you pay attention to
your nightmares? No one is there
to save you. There is only death.
Why else do you think everything
goes black? Jesus save you? And
you want to help other people when
you can’t help you? Oh please.
until the peace transcends
understanding pools inside my heart;
guilt receding condemnation always
asking me believe less than I pray.