Pamela Williams
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“Suppose I had wings like the dawning day and flew across the ocean. Even then your powerful arm would guide and protect me.”
— Psalm 139:9–10, Contemporary English Version (CEV)
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Ladybird, black spots on crimson red in the grass she crawls. By contemplating time and the space in which she lives, her future appears to me by denudation; I see obstacles in her way, dangers she will face. Should I permit her freedom to choose her way, even if she chooses the way of hardship and a spider’s web? I attempt to warn and guide her by closing doors with twigs and mud, but blood seeps from her knees as I become the anathema. So I retreat to let her lose or win, and in the grass she crawls away as blood seeps from my knees. God, let her win.
By Pamela Williams4 years ago in Poets
