Fiction Friday: Micropoetry Based on the Novel

God did not make the rules,
nor had the rules made Him;
they had always been there,
just as He had.

I’d tried to make God in my own image,
but I’d already been made in His.

Dead father.
Earthly father.
Heavenly Father.
The first, I loathed.
The second, I loved.
The last, I hardly knew.

I found myself loving David as a god,
& Jesus as a mortal.
Jesus had died for all, but David,
David would die for only me.

Even as some saw God in all things,
David saw my mother in all things;
I simply saw him as everything.

Logline for Because of Mindy Wiley An Irish-Catholic girl coming of age in the Deep South during the New Millennium finds her family splintered when two Mormon missionaries come to her door, their presence and promise unearthing long-buried family secrets, which lead to her excommunication and exile.

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