the rendering

you have provided

heat through winter’s cold

light through nighttime’s dark

food for starving times

and still you are despised

when i think of all the pain you have absorbed

the ways that you have promised to

defend and protect

Insulation, Barricade,

Whipping boy, Comrade

each moment of my sorrow

held in your embrace

enveloped in your folds

my tender story

My god, my god

it is i who should behold your

Tender flesh

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