Your Rod and Your Staff
"...your rod and your staff, they comfort me." (Ps 23:4)
My day's ritual began with a muffled shuffle to the shower. I stared closely at the mirror for trace of the night, peep at the day ahead. I grabbed a brush, teeth bared in fake grin. A blast! A resonant sound, small still voice—calm rumbling of a distant thunder: Don't boast you know me well enough till you've tasted my rod and my staff.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Copyright © Celestine Ikwuamaesi | Year Posted 2016
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