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The sea rounded stones of Tiberia
refused to release me.
I fell to my knees in pain.
I could have drowned there.

Why could I not stand
where He stood?
Why could I not believe
the way he believed?

God is a secret.

I know the smell of plastic and flesh
burning.
I know the taste of blood and spent shells
on pavement.

I could have drowned there.