NOTE: The first three lines came from a poem written by Jane Kenyon
and the rest of the poem I added in Fast Poetry, writing without
It spoils my food and steals
my sleep, and looks at me saying,
“Where is your God now!”
People once filled a church
prayed for others and themselves
but God must have disappeared?
When lives are split in two and
no one had the chance to say goodbye –
did God plan for their departure?
And as I begged for your forgiveness
for anything I may have done –
To save a life, to save a life for just one year –
God was on the run.
So it does spoil my food when I try to eat
So it steals my sleep when I see your face
It was time to ask after the kiss of death –
“Where is your God – now?”
Nancy Duci Denofio (c) 2011 all rights reserved