Unheard
Her city now debris
rubbish flaps in the wind
ash coats as a gray cloud
stray animals follow
odors thinking possible
meal, jerk away from
strench.
Cower once more.
Can prayer pierce
through garbage. Fall
back broken, unheard.
Filth sticks, barricades
answers.
Psalm 37:24: "Though we stumble we shall not fall headlong, for the Lord holds us by the hand."
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