lids down
my face turned toward the light
toward the heavens
I wait
. . .
"Therefore I despise myself
and repent in dust and ashes."
. . .
gently on my forehead
east to west
north to south
marked for all to see
. . .
on my knees
tiles chill against my pointed toes
heart heavy
I wait
. . .
(Job 42:6 Today's New International Version)
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