Robert did not know much about God
But at 16 his father was shot in front of him.
Standing out the front of his house,
He watched the murderer,
A tall man,
Wipe his father’s blood from his face,
The sun shining from his black curly hair.
Robert sat in the carpark at 23
In the driver’s seat of his car
And thought about his father’s last breath.
His girlfriend climbed in beside him, and she smiled,
The white of her teeth and the warm sun from her eyes
Made him feel whole again.
He still did not know much about God at 31
But looking at the red neon
He thought he could see an angel
Moving about on the shoppingcentre’s cold steel roof,
And he dreamed of what his baby might be.
At 45, God was only a small thought in his…
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