Virgin In The Storm
She is the Virgin in the Storm,
the new calf
born
in the middle of the lion hunt,
the only person in Hell
who doesn't belong there.
She is the white chalk outline
at the murder scene,
the six heart pile-up on the freeway
where she walks away unharmed.
She's the girl who brought a book
to the party.
Yet, she is not cynical
has no scars
walks through life
unharmed.
She is the girl who loves me
taught me how push back every storm;
quiet lions;
quell Satan;
stop chalk line murders;
practice heart safety,
to read books at book parties.
live quietly
drawing sunshine
from dark places,
look evil in the eye
neither to cringe
nor strike out,
keep my courage up;
not wring the life out of Now
for fear of Yesterday
or Tomorrow.
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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