Pamela Murray Winters

Humility as Self-Defense

Who would want to be God? A sane person
would avoid the responsibility. A good mother

who kills thousands. Kind and great and ruthless.
Required to be omniscient: to bear so much pain,

one must be heartless or be engulfed—
or has that happened to God, subsumed

into bushes, beasts, minds? The good God gone
into micrograin; the brand now a shell,

the very idol we were warned to forsake?
Isn’t this an evolution? That of God

in all of us as love? So I send prayers
up to love nevertheless wondering

how it can be selfless, love, with its
colors and music and breath so utterly

human. Pause to question: should I pray
for the loving heart of God, for its

protection, for its breaking? For we love
our broken hearts.

Copyright  c 2016 by Pamela Murray Winters

Pamela Murray Winters lives and writes in Maryland. A 2015 graduate of the Vermont College of Fine Arts (MFA in poetry), Pam is currently stuffing her first book manuscript into bottles and flinging it into the rough waters of the publishing world.

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3 Responses to Pamela Murray Winters

  1. reader says:

    You make us pause to think, first thing in the morning, it’s a good way to start. Cycle that bottle.

  2. Hiram says:

    For we love our broken hearts…and this poem.

  3. MaryJo says:

    You did make me pause. A very good poem.

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