returning home by a back alley street thronged with bustling activity to my hostel, where fat crows loudly eat a busy night for religious festivity a draped body was on the sidewalk near the road stretched out in garbage and pieces of rot its stink was appalling, but my steps slowed for pity welled up, putting my stomach in a knot passed by this scene for 7 days on the corner where baby coconuts sell a skeleton-like body hid under a sheet, lays weathering the harsh sun and monsoon gale daily, the smell grew worse as a corpse's decay determined one night to take a look gagging, I pulled the sheet down to see it made me vomit; dark horror overtook it's alive, but just a skull with eyes bugging out a rat-eaten, emaciated woman waited to die I prayed for her, though my faith was in doubt went straight to my room and started to cry prayed to God for her to pass that very night so she'd be released from earth's agony couldn't sleep a wink from that gruesome sight wanted her suffering to end, for her to be free early I was dressed and went out for a walk afraid to see what my prayer may have wrought indeed, the phenom I saw made me gawk she looked well, with clothes and food, someone brought I pinched myself, wiping my eyes to be sure she looked over herself in mute disbelief still don't know how this could've ever occurred I can only guess ... angelic relief
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By Brian Hodgkinson Jr.
“Good Morning, Daddy God
Help me focus on this new day.
Brush aside the cobwebs of confusion.
The world news is dismal as usual.
I am sure glad we humans are not in control.
We certainly know how to botch it all up.
Bring the inner focus back to what matters,
which is only YOU in the here and now.
Thank you for your unconditional love.
Thank you for your mercy.
I need YOU, and so does everyone else.
YOU are the only hope for this dying world.
YOU are my fortress and shield.
Happy are all those who put their trust in YOU.