Drilling For Oil

He sat at a desk Where he had worked for twenty years As he gathered the evidence collected He fought back swelling tears She sat in the home Where she learned to trust and run Love had sheltered her and her boys This couldn't be how LOVE is done ....critical loss He lugged his suitcase Down the lonely road of the city He had three degrees to his name And a cardboard sign trying to buy pity She stood under the street light Waiting for her next trick to drive up Needed money for living in drugs Why could she never get enough ....despair He walked into the restaurant Fighting back the urge to demand "clean" Though he tried to ask for a favor He knew his words were controlling and so mean She sat in the house of worship Fearing that an assailant would enter How could she protect her young And keep "god" front and center .....drilling for oil They gather at promises Saying they believe the earth holds gold But as water separates from oil Terror fills the believer's mold The black ooze comes to all But the water of the WORD repels Nothing can stay where LOVE has cleansed The heart from systems once held ....as truth Written by Trudy Schrader on 03/12/2020