The Law Of The Land Poem by Scott J. Shepard

Unexpected upon entry
insecurity and uncertainty; to leap or to fall
my density surfaces on the tip of the sense that I might receive either

Grounded in our faith you would say its easy.
That by chance we may believe to be founded upon.

Did a blessing or curse take chance and rewrite faith?

When I listen to wordless wars that cradeled the rain to stay
by taking away one head in the clouds and dismissing itself
from the forecast of your plummet

I would say simple is as simple does.

They say in the eye of the storm one can puddle himself
and call it the work of the Lord
but to me I feel like a sinking stone watching what was above me

Grimaced and senseless to the taste that knuckles consequence
I was proven to be of false features
What do you mean when you take your hands away?
By centuries of deliverance but in silence they swayed my jaw to be upside down

Twisted inward and quieter to the clatter of what came before me and what I had done
I tortured the idea that I am someone else in this