Poem by April Ojeda
Photo by Zoltan Tasi (Unsplash)
Jonah rises,
Homeless again.
Flooded and flushed
From out my rain-drunk, sunken roof.
Another blind, unbridled deluge
Chases me on like some
Holy messenger.
Jonah rages
At the storm-swept sky,
Pushes, unnatural in panic,
Far, far away from belligerent crowds
That don’t deserve you
And don’t adore you
Like I do.
Jonah rouses,
Safe passage granted.
Charity of stranger friends,
Of humble allies devoid of agenda,
Signifying that all life bends
To your design,
Eventually.
Jonah reaches
Nineveh, born again.
Nothing about this is easy,
But I’ve tasted death and run from life
And choose the God who
Rescues lost hope
Relentlessly.
About April Ojeda
Ojeda is a teacher and writer from the Oklahoma Panhandle. Her work has appeared in Lost Pen Magazine and Heart of Flesh Literary Journal. She lives and works in a fast-spinning world, so she writes poetry as a means of prayer and of untangling the threads of daily life. She lives with her family in West Texas and finds her greatest inspiration in the outdoors.
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