We know not what we do

I lie, knees folded, my

Face to the ground

While I, knuckles clenched white

Cover my head, my

Spine exposed.

I pray,

“Lord,

I cry, knees folded, my

Face to the ground

While I, knuckles clenched white

Cover my head, my

Spine exposed, screaming

“Do I not hate those who hate you with a perfect hatred!?

“Waiting,

Knees folded, my

Face to the ground

While I, knuckles clenched white

Cover my head, my

Spine exposed,

For your wrath as it flows,

River, sea, storm grows

Waves rising, reaching for the sky, scraping, screeching, screaming as

Thunder roars

Pours walls of fire

Devouring everything in its way.”

I am safe, knees folded, my

Face to the ground

While I, knuckles clenched white

Cover my head, my

Spine exposed, whispering not but

From the depths of my being

Screaming

“SAVE ME!!!

“And in the eye of the storm I will be still and know that you are God.”

And the whip

Not still, quivering dried skin

Is raised, flung

 And I, knees folded, my

Face to the ground

While I, knuckles clenched white

Cover my head, my

Spine exposed,

Grit my teeth, waiting.

And the wind

Is flicked over my back

And I shudder knowing

That I felt nothing

Because it did not fall.

On me.