Locked In
Locked In
The walls all around,
are not what is doing me under.
It is not the lack of air,
food or needed sustenance…
It is not the distance,
between the front gate…
and the back.
It is not the water,
which tastes funny,
because it is not filtered…
but straight from the tap,
and hose…
in the garden.
The tomatoes are turning red.
The flowers are blooming.
The dog is still scratching for fleas.
I don’t pull the weeds,
instead I invite the bees,
and pray it is not too late,
for pity’s sake.
Jesus,
walk with us…
talk to those that will listen.
Those that will not,
we bow are heads,
and know the outcome,
of their tenacious stupidity.
Right before their eyes,
in front of their faces,
Good and evil all around.
The swords of angels…
flashing in the night,
saving the meek from themselves.
This will pass, the saints know.
This is not the last calling.
But it is a trumpet of wisdom…
Take heed, beware, be aware!
Pharaoh was given many chances,
and then none.
Mighty God, Bless you and keep you and your families safe, in this difficult time. In Jesus holy name. Amen.
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