by Christian J. Collier
It feels like God doesn’t love us,
like there is no gospel in the gusts of wind
that sometimes wrap around us.
It feels like all of the prayer & preaching,
all of the song & celebrating The Word
doesn’t seem to help us,
doesn’t protect us from the grip of injustice,
doesn’t defend us from those who have descended upon us
& stripped the life from our bodies.
It feels like there is a bounty on our backs,
like we are destined to keep dying unarmed & at fault.
It feels like the angels have abandoned our skies,
& Heaven will not have us.