poem by Gabrielle Lawrence
I want to live a saved life
The trembling kind
/Like when grandma took me to service
on 60th and Crenshaw and the ushers marched
down a freshly bloodied carpet to shoulder
to the Lord and the flowers on their hats danced
in the spiritual light of stench black
sequins while I clapped my hands and moaned
the hymns and tried to catch
Instead I am sitting outside in a lightning storm trying to have faith.
Moon is laughing
gay as the sunset queen still
heavy with the secrets of
Gabrielle Lawrence is a writer and editor. Her writing can be found in The Squawk Back, Rising Phoenix Review, Gravel Magazine, A Gathering Together Journal, Sundog Lit, and others. Even when she isn't doing the most, she is still in the spirit of much. Follow her on Twitter @gabrielle__l or visit gabrielle-lawrence.com for more info.