Beneath Me | Sojourners

Beneath Me

Touched your hem
A thousand times
A face just
Beyond my sight
Space between
Grace, grief

A hand could
Cool blistered skin
A word might
Hush broken minds
And speak
Sweet relief

You broke my
Center of gravity
Left me
At the edge
My foot slipped
You turned

A torn veil
Face laid bare
Ground gave way
Beneath me
Death’s dust near
God, be not far

Sneha Abraham is a writer and editor at Pomona College in Claremont, California.

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