Fifty-one.

By Mercy Fasalojo

 

Father, if I'm the broken glass hanging in the throat of many,

Forgive me

& teach my heart to love everything crumbling my blossoms.

 

Father, if my mouth Icarus into Marah & storm the "Hallelujah" sprouting in my body

Forgive me

& teach my victory how to survive when life curses it.

 

Father, if I search my body for some sweet verses to lay before you as incense & you see my blood reflecting the words of Job

Please, Forgive me

 

& teach my faith how to walk on water, stay in fire & roar with lions…