Copyright Dee Lovering
Anchorite
I climbed that pillar
to meet God, hungering
and thirsting after
righteousness until
nothing but
ragged flesh covered
my naked soul.
“What a self-righteous prig. Holier than thou? Holier than Moses, that one. He finally got fed up with us sinners and climbed up to get away. We’d yell, ‘Met God yet?’”
I met God and
He betrayed me.
I wanted to
stay but He
wouldn’t let me.
“Go back,” He said.
“I was there when he climbed down. I was going to jeer but then I saw the tears. ‘Forgive me,’ he said. I didn’t know what to say.”
The Green-Walled Tower 