She laid her abdomen scar at God's Throne

she laid her abdomen scar at God’s Throne
he gave God His syringes
i put down my razors
they set aside their bottles of beer
and drunken brawls
my daughter surrendered her anger
of not having a father
some women gave the memories of their
dead fetuses,
some miscarried others aborted
others threw packs of cigarettes
a woman gave her widow’s heart
my friend Wendy gave the incest
that raped her still
blood by the bucketfuls came to God
waterfalls of tears
empty cups and empty souls
families without shelters
huddled around His Throne
some brought their extra pounds
others brought just their bones
numbers tattoed on limbs
the amputated, from wars and disease
came to be healed
women with veils, whose faces
were carved
looked to the Throne as rest
we sought
refuge,
fellowship,
laughter,
oblivion,
forgiveness,
and Just
Plain Love.

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