Nostrils
By Scott D. Zachary
 

You don't even know the fire that almost blistered your internal face
Nary a clue about the nasty abyss that you were nearly sucked into

You thought you were in control--stealing everything that I owned
Twice you fortunately cowed before my blackness engulfed us

In your absence, blackness has turned into goodness
And my fantasies aren't silvery dreams anymore

You steered me away from God for far too long
Now God breathes through my nostrils

Your descendants are pitiful
I see it and you will

God is with me
I know it

Love
Is