by Gail Marie
The Bible seems to say That I should Turn the other cheek Walk the extra mile Let them have my cloak But won’t they Slap me even harder Kick me to the curb And leave me in the cold Probably not back then They only Could slap one cheek Make you walk one mile Take a coat, not cloak Your offer Would slap them harder Push them further Make them shiver Then they’d be forced to see Just how much A slap would hurt A push would wound And cold would sting And they might Reach out a hand And help you stand And warm your heart If not, it’s their loss
Gail Marie spent her childhood in a small country town in Pennsylvania. Even then she loved reading and writing poetry. Her journey with God took her to a church in New York City where she met her husband. The city claimed 33 of her years as she raised and homeschooled her five children. After retiring to Michigan for five years her husband passed away unexpectedly. Writing poetry during that time became a life line, helping her to process the pain. Now she lives in Tennessee as she continues to foster creativity, write and refine her poetry.