here is a picture of me
waiting at the gateway
who knows if the spirit of man rises upward
he who is filled with the word is like a newborn child
wasps and venomous serpents will not sting him
the wicked beasts of sodom will not pounce upon him
he will not be attacked by plagues of prey
do not be afraid of those who kill the body
but cannot kill the soul
rather, be afraid of the One whose bones are soft, whose muscles are weak,
whose grip is firm
your fathers tested and tried me
our relationship seemingly falling apart at the seams
but our grandmothers were both seamstresses for a reason
-found poem from class-
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