Perpetual Astonishment
poems by Linda Neal Reising
...Come, find where they buried me beneath a land not my own. A place of pain, where men in collars used Christ’s suffering to justify mine, strapping me with cat-o-nine tails, forcing me to bear the cross for a God who did not wear my skin, who did not live in ancient tree or rock.
Recipient of Beyond Words Poetry Chapbook Award 2023 Beyond Words Press Artwork: Catrin Welz-Stein