As you wait in the belly of the whale, The first wonder is being eaten alive, And the second wonder is surviving Being eaten alive by stomach acid. You know acid tends to corrode What it touches—your bare skin— Yet your skin is smooth in the dark. You feel on faith it's as it ever was. You hug to yourself this dark faith: You were saved from certain death, Preserved for an uncertain future. Who are you to fathom God's ways, You who cannot fathom night or day As you wait in the belly of the whale?
NaPoWriMo22 Day 28 (but posted on day 29) -- Prompt from napowrimo.net: Write a duplex, a variation on a traditional sonnet. I needed time to think about this and spent most of last evening working on the poem. Peace to your 
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