God’s Intervention Like a Hurled Rock

“the blueness of wounds”

Those unbelieving eyes of snow surround

Her.  Iciness like heat’s waves travels through

Her hammered brain cells like the echoed sound

Of God’s creation, banging, leaving blue

Its bruises in the jelly of her mind.

It reaches Helen Keller-like with hands

Of desperation wanting not the blind

Assurances of Braille but iron commands

And visions of salvation stronger than

Judgmental blanking stares.  She needs to swipe

Away rejection from the realm of man.

She grips Elisha as her archetype.

  She needs a god of she bears to reach out

    Because Jehovah entered with His shout.

~ Phillip Whidden