Protection
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In the middle of a pandemic every time that she was asked
She said, “My God will protect me!”…and so she did not wear a mask.
Still the virus overtook her and her friends and family cried
as her breathing slowly stopped
and eventually…she died.
She arrived at the gates of her Heaven
feeling frustrated, confused and admittedly…a little odd
“Why didn’t you protect me?” was the question she asked her God.
“I sent so many angels to you,” her God shrugged,
“each angel with a mask and willing to share it…
but every time they offered…
you refused to wear it.”
Copyright © Jim Yerman | Year Posted 2020
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