Safety In Hand
Safety in Hand
The raven calls my name,
and I am afraid to answer.
He will know all about me,
even if I do not know all about him.
Life is scary.
I put the phone down on the table,
the operator still holding on.
I feel the vacuum made in the air...
as the front door opens in the other room.
The kitchen is a safer place to be,
then the living room,
you see.
Hot coffee has been made.
The pot is full.
And I will use it
if I need to,
to stop...
the invasion of everything
that I hold dear.
No fear.
Stop concerning over the small things,
as the big things are coming
to squash the rest.
The sword leaves the sheath,
and light gleams brightly.
The angel, a warrior sent to provide,
what was necessary
for the darkness to hide.
Courage found in the moment,
against an evil opponent.
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