The Trinity

i laid down offerings 

to a God 

who does not speak

only watches

a witness 

to my every 

unanswered prayer; 

a gaze i once mistook as mercy

i learned to worship 

the absence of sound, 

and sought an offering 

worthy of such silence

hands cupped, not for blessings,

but to gather the drip 

of my tears

this prayer at last had weight

and in my palms i learned

its language: 

the slow dissolve 

of salt on stone

the tears weren’t mine anymore

they were its holy water

so i wept 

not from sorrow, 

but to nourish only my God

and starve anything else

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Anne Vera writes about different human emotions and how they can show up in our lives. She feels the answers we seek about why we react to situations and how we define what hurts us, is our own perspective. Emotions cloud our judgment, blocking us from seeing the obvious answer. Anne uses poetic language to help people detach and see their lives from a different point of view.