Faith crisis poetry


  1. A shield of ice to keep at bay the heat of fiery birth.
  2. Deflect the quench of living drink with sharpened sword of thirst.
  3. A spear of night to pierce the light, protect the shadows dear.
  4. And courage hordes are smitten, hewn, with catapults of fear.
  5. A helmet thick and strong with grief to stop the blows of cheer.
  6. Destroyed the feasts and banquets with a thrusted hunger spear.
  7. A sling of pain to strike with speed the charging throngs of peace.
  8. Surrender now? Or stay and fight? When will the conflict cease?

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 4 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on political news, social issues, and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him, and I’m queer.

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