Saved
Balanced on a hammock,
I gaze up at the night sky
remembering the Lord as
His Sabbath nestles
in the foremost regions
of my anxious heart.
And then, a chilled breeze,
melted ice on my feet,
followed by a warm glow
of gratitude.
Because,
a spider was saved tonight,
and it will—feebly—
seek another warm place
Soon.
Written: January 4, 2020
Note: This is a snippet from my Dead Spiders Weave series. Volume VII: Peace in God's Embrace. I have been writing this series all of this year. I did not forget about my Light On the Devil's Chord series. I have the final section, and will post that very soon.
Love always,
Laura
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2020
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