Conversion

I saw I had to go down to the devil’s hell
That was my home. I didn’t want to give up
Worldly things but when the Lord got me ready

I came leaping and jumping. I fell down on my knees
And said “Lord if you will save me
I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

Of course he sent me to the yellow split level
At the edge of a farm
When I was a child I spoke to the horse
At the fence, fed it sugar cubes

When I was a child I thought I was saved
I read Revelation. The horse was a white horse
Clothed in a robe dipped in blood
His name was The Word of God
And I was the rider named Faithful and True.

High-headed people, I tell you
Sometimes it’s hard to get humble
I’m no longer a child
I don’t care for the things I used to love

The farm is row after row of houses
The horse is a pale green horse
Out to kill with a sword, with famine
And pestilence. There was never anyone
Who could save us.

Tina Parker’s new poetry collection will be published in late fall 2020. She is the author of the poetry chapbook Another Offering and the full-length poetry collection Mother May I. Her work has received support from the Kentucky Foundation for Women and has appeared in Still: The Journal, Pen+Brush, Rattle, Literary Mama, and PMS: poemmemoirstory.

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