Fissures and dyes of hallowed skies
Cascading electric violet light
Gives way to red clouds of souls on fire.
Lightning over oceans calm torrential seas
For hearts to ease.
Praying hands are always seen and GOD is so very pleased.
A girl engrained in mindful solace of dancing in the rain
Cries to Holy Father of her pain,
Judging not but discerning the injustice with each unlawful touch.
She may not scream all the time but it hurts just as much.
by Jerriè McGill
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