on Sunday

Pictured Poetry created by Tremaine L. Loadholt

on Sunday

I woke up to droplets
of rain tap dancing on
my windows.

“God is crying. He is
not pleased with us.”

Made in his image, yet
we destroy everything we

I would cry, too.
And, I do.

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