Providence Petal Poem by John Sensele

Figments and feelings of fear fled
Last night at 02 30 from my bedroom
God's grenade struck them dead
As I snapped awake in the room
Where tonnes of peace sauntered in majesty
Stroking and whipping my energy full
I knew then as I affirm there was no travesty
In my gallumph of faith to seize the bull
By the horns, mocking covid and cancer
Whose venom fangs though fatal
Slumped to midgets as God's dancer
Slapped them numb: a blow from his providence petal
Sleepy eyes beheld the spectacle before me in awe
A musty aroma winged its way to my brain
Fingers in frenzy trembled groping for a hole
In meninges, in neurons which shoved the strain
My knees surrendered to God
Who I know grabs strains big and small
That a while back I could stash in a pod
Expecting the ruse to break the fall
Adam and Eve bequeathed the human species
God still loves in spite of flaws
We inject in the pollution domestic dishes
Absorb daily when we contravene culinary laws.