Fall 2005 ACTION NEWS | VOL. XXIV No. 3
A Prayer Warrior's Poem
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This untitled poem was written by Mr. Tim Ermatinger, a prayer warrior active with the Chicago Helpers of God's Precious Infants before relocating to New Hampshire with his wife and new baby.
- Triune Spirit reserves this privilege for women
- Only.
- To safeguard this room of hello's
- Where worlds are knitted
- Where there is sweet murmuring
- And where waters splash from kicking
- But it happened many years ago
- When robed men gathered to make decisions
- To make incisions with words that came into play.
- Few took note
- But this is when the hemorrhaging began.
- Now masked men can roll machines into rooms
- That sound like freight trains.
- Machines that make the Sun rise too early
- Blinding sharply.
- Machines that sneak ten tornadoes in to do their thing.
- But this only happens in a house of goodbyes.
- Adults only.
- And one must spray ice over the heart to accept it
- To choose it
- Saying farewell to crib toys and lullabies and the like.
- But a dumpster full of blood
- And a surgeon's mask could never hide his shame.
- And these things all cry out to the living.
- To do something.