i’ve got a fever (a poem)

and i don’t need more cowbell

although i’m tempted to stand on the rooftops and ring something

anything to let out the clanging within my heart

post-mission-trip

re-entry syndrome

i suppose that’s what folks call the wringing of hands

within my soul

pining for friends and truth

faith stripped clean

a half-a-world away

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frightened by my own homeland

darkened by curtains blinding western eyes

wary of the upside down ache of my heart

yearning

yes

coveting

the riches of the ones

most folks think are the poor in spirit

a half-a-world away

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angered until i realize

moneychangers

need ministers

too

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3 thoughts on “i’ve got a fever (a poem)

  1. well said Amy. Sorry your leader didn’t address re-entry with you better! :-). love your insight, thoughts, emotion, vulnerability.

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