When do pariahs become parents
Palms pressed together I prayed to you. Each parable morsels fed to a hungry, desperate soul. Placed high on a pedestal forever out of reach. On my knees I begged, I bargained, I belonged. Tears flowed freely and frequently. Yet as the last one falls, I am baptized once more. So when do martyrs become mortal? When do pariahs become parents? I am trying to find Him everywhere but the sky is empty. My anger becomes biblical—incoherent, unidentifiable, inconsolable. I stopped believing in God the day I stopped believing in my father.
Flight of the dragonfly 