Those Words So Powerful
by Jane Abao
Came home one day to find my clothes
All over them as if
I were dead and dead.
Am I dead, I asked myself,
So why is everything gone then?
I ceased to exist just when I left?
I looked more at others and yes
There's no more me to speak of
Got nothing to call my own.
Find me a Bible, quick
Am losing myself, my hold
There's a cliff, am at the edge
And ready to fall.
The Bible came but lo!
Such cursings on the Book all over
Written by angry hands.
Yet hungry and thirsty I ate and drank
To fill my aching soul
And from the book I felt
the pain and sorrow of one
If they pierced my heart,
would they let you go
if they tore my flesh,
what would that make you?
I stood up with pain forgotten,
The powerful words for me in store
True Lord, they don't matter anymore!