SIENE MICHELLE PALIZZI
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A Wondering Heart - Finding the 1 Percent

How great Thou art isn't always impulsively rolling 
Off my Tongue. 

I say, every torment leads to wonder, and wonder 
To information that heals. [Renegade Commitment #10]

And so I am a Wondering Heart.

I do not wander, but have a path set before me,
At times that causes delay or may at times reject
All that might be pure, as I instead lay in the 
Grease pit & wallow in the mud.

What is the purpose of a challenging path? - maybe
A path crawling with the wormwoods that will One day
Eat away at those who have Forsaken all righteousness,
And harmed another as a way of life.

My path is set by God, but littered with trials set forth by
Evil spirits and evil doers.

What heart do I have left at this point?

Hardly one to cry out to God in pain; hardly one that is all
But paralyzed - not feeling a thing except some anxiety that
Another wormwood will cross my Path - one that is eager for
Me (me - a Godly person) to have the everlasting torment
In Their place.

What is there to be passionate about when all has been lost?
After being fed to the wolves - their tummies full. 
I am but a Wondering Heart these days.

Information that heals - it may be what is left that
Can appeal to my once brighter-side - no less than 
A hug or a smile or a remark by someone else on a 
Painful journey.

The healing information is that I can weed out 99% of the 
Info and only cling to what really may be true for someone
Like me - someone made in some image - a mistake - an experiment?

A dangerous dagger I carry around though.
A dagger meant to throw heaps of coal on an enemy only God
Understands.

Life ain't beautiful. There is cruelty in nature - such as we are 
A part of nature - co-creators of a living Hell. For my eyes
Have uniquely been opened outside of a reality 
Bubble of which I was born into, along with everyone I know. 

But I do carry a dagger - a dagger combined with a Wondering
Heart meant to throw heaps of coal on an enemy only
God understands.

I now await the 1 percent, so I can share it with my 
Comrades - Here and Now, Seen and Unseen, stretched
Thin in the Cosmos.  Cheers to them!

by Michelle Murphy


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