Heaven’s Sealed Display Case

The windows of heaven that 
We’re told shower blessings
Have been tightly shut
At least to my 
Recent prayers.

I can see the blessings.
They’re just
Behind the glass,
Inaccessible.

I’m a starving kid, looking  
Between
Doughnuts in the display case
And
The dime and two pennies
In his dirty hand.

I wish I had the key
Or a rock big enough
And an arm strong enough
To shatter the sealed window
So I could taste the blessings
Like doughnuts
And milk.

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