Upon the hot earth.

In all the world,
There was only one man
Like Jonah,
Who knew Your voice so well,
He came to ignore it,
And even in the belly of that
Great big fish—
Three days, rotting and stinking
in the acidic waters,
Crying out to the Lord
Who wanted only to giveth,
While he longed only to take away—
he emerged at the feet of a people
he declared as rotten as the stink
in that stomach, and only had a heart
For the plant that gave him shade.

Of all the people, I link hearts with the prophets,
How great Thou art, and how great the journey,
The message.
How great the need and great the desire.
But like Jonah, how I’m spit out upon the hot
earth, eyes opened to the boiling sun,
Wondering about the who behind the why,
And is it worth it,
And where’s a leaf when you need one.


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2 responses to “Upon the hot earth.”

  1. yengwrites Avatar

    if it’s possible to fall in love with poetry and keep it safe in your heart with lock and key, this is the one. you never fail to amaze me with your poetry and how you string words together, Ericka ❤

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    1. Ericka Clay Avatar

      Aw, Yeng, thank you so much! I really do appreciate your encouragement, friend! 🙂

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