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Sunday School

God watched.

That's the partI can't forgive.

Not what happened.

Not the handsor the weightor how stillI learned to be.

That I knewHe was there.

That somewhereabove the ceiling

was a Godwho saw everything.

And I didn't ask Himto save me.

I begged Himto look away.

Z.C. Mayson
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