By Francis Anthony Govia
Torn and unsure I retreat each day.
I ask God to bring me an answer to my dilemma
while she prays to Jesus as if he and God
are one and the same thing.
How can two people who love each other
have such uncompromising views?
How can love survive this period?
In the midst of my dilemma I look at my hands.
My hands were once breadwinners.
They made dreams come true.
But these days my hands belong on Milton.
He served the Lord by standing and waiting!
But who is Lord? Is he Blessed Trinity?
Where is he while I press this mind
and my hands are so powerless?
Where is God when talent lies death to hide?
I watch her close the door quietly behind her,
and she goes to pray.
She is certain that her prayers are answered,
but I am still staring at my hands.
Tags: dilemma, Govia, John Milton, love, Prayers, Still Staring At My Hands, Trinity
