#124/3-2-2015

god’s ashes

dad and i went to
the church to look
at what was left.

there wasn’t much.

just a black
skeleton.

the firefighters
were using their hoses
on the smoking parts.

dad held my hand
and we stood behind
a yellow ribbon.

i saw the preacher cry.

all the old ladies
too.

my sunday school teacher.

i started to cry.

dad said,
‘don’t cry.’

i told him
i was sad.

he said, ‘it’s
walls and a roof.’

i said, ‘but
it’s god’s house.’

he said,
‘we should be
thanking him.’

and we got
on our knees
right there.

and that’s
exactly what
we did.

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