The personification of death can, in my thought, only be portrayed as a coward, a bastard.
This poem is taken from my personal collection of poems not yet included in a book.
You do not have to drop your eyelid over your eye to close your eyes or to experience blindness, you need only to think of yourself.
Seeing through the images that portray the poor requires intimacy, knowing their names, feeling their pain, and understanding their smiles.
A poem reflecting my personal experience with faith, with the poor, and with life changes. The children in the banner picture live, and often scavenge, for food at a dumpsite…
This poem is from my book Everyday Thoughts and precedes a reading on Job. The theology of the poem is drawn from the book of Job.
