Remembering

 

Remembering

remembering—
how arrogant he was,
how easily he could sway someone’s fate,
how he could make a person lose their job,
as if power were nothing more than a toy
he was proud to display.

proud of his influence,
proud of the force he held,
a frightening kind of pride—
and all I can do is pray
to be kept far from people like him,
to be protected from hearts
so dark and heavy.

God, may You awaken him
from the rottenness he carries.

and the impact—
because we work in the same place,
because I am here partly through his path,
I fear others might hate me
the way they hate him.

my mind whispers that,
I hope it isn’t true,
I pray it’s only my fear speaking.

but if it is true, God…
shield me from every cruelty,
from every hidden intention,
and guide me through all of this
with a heart that stays unbroken.