Lost in Translation

We can’t see souls

I think that’s why He
Allowed the paralyzed
Man to walk

So we’d know

How many of us
Grate against ourselves
Bodies functioning with
Anchors inside

How many of us
Shed the pity
How truly free one can be
Though always sitting

We demand proof
For an equation we can’t fathom
We share nods of knowing
Or skeptical smirks

Here are my desires God, conform!

Let us hang up our inquiring weapons
The fabric between trust and action
Is plenty worn


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