Nineveh

what I have to say is old
standing in a new place
risen over temples
to broken gods we don’t know

but what is stone waits
under sand blown through it
for four thousand years

the names whispered in the dark
by children
are written here
between the two rivers

the monsters under the bed
are real, and named
through cuneiform pressed into clay
in language I don’t speak
but know inside my blood

but my God is older
than these

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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10 Responses to Nineveh

  1. ruleofstupid says:

    My God brings sticky buns and champers to parties!! She’s ACE!
    (sorry, I’ve been too damn serious lately!!)

  2. ‘But my God is older’. what a a classic line.

  3. Aah…more stones and dust…and wind…and….whwhwhissssspersssss……

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