Prayer – a poem by Brennon Elzy

Prayer

You made me
Want to be 

A saint.
Holy in this life

And the next.
But I am giving up

My rosary beads.
I am burning

My robes,
My sage. 

Ribs and water
A feast of fish.

This is my salvation?
This is my God?

He looks frail as a baby bird, brittle
Wings clipped wide.

He looks as weak as me.

Brennon Elzy is a person from West Virginia who occasionally writes poetry. He received his Bachelor of Arts in Poetry from West Virginia University. Twitter: @BrandonElzby 

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