Knocking at the Door of Mercy

Mama read from Revelations' word. Of a Savior knocking,

waiting to be heard. "Keep your heart unlocked," she'd say. For Jesus might

come by someday. We were children of cobblestone and chalk. Trading marvels,

secrets, dreams, and talk. His name was Levi,

mine was Hands. We'd skip by the river till the daylight ran. The bread was

thin and work was rare. Mama whispered prayers into the air.

Papa said the world forgot our pain. And joined the men with red

bands who blamed a name. Papa said a man was speaking truth.