Time stood still.
For one moment,
no one moved.

Silence consumed us.
No one could speak.
Words escaped us.

We needed help but
could not,
would not ask.

Instead, we sat
in silence,
then raged,

hoped prayer enough
to keep the planet in
the universe we knew.

Couldn’t bear
to wander, unwillling
to be still,

always hoping God
would remember we were
fickle beings

with short memories,
always offering less,
expecting more.

The angels
are forever
baffled.

Why does God
let us
find our way?

 

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.