The dim-winged spirits of the night
Do fear and serve me well.
They creep from out the hedges of
The garden where I dwell.
A scare hitherto unknown haunts,
A sigh of seasons ahead is heaved,
An anguish over these times and
An ambivalence of what is done or not is there
A centipede found its way into our home
My hairs stood on end for hours on end!
And while we tried learning about it on Google search,
As I flee from the scare of the mainland
And search for an Utopian solace down in a pool
My heart swells and smells like frosted blood.
You don't scare me Satan, I know your strong and powerful too.
I know wherever God is, you will also be there to try and claim what is not yours. I know you are a taker and not a giver, an evil power that will not prevail. You are the darkness that spy's deep in the night, the evil that showers the weak and can't break the strong.
You will not penetrate the Holy spirit that lives within me. You may make me suffer and cry in the night, but I call out only to God and his son Jesus, you will never hear me call your name.
I had quite a nasty scare.
My diamond ring slipped down the side of the chair.
It fell between and under the cushion,
Where no one could reach, or even be lookin'.
Scare and strife
Sunday,5th April 2020
Hope never fades
To him who strolled round ancient gates,
in darkness, sun or rain he waits.
Standing with ambition ready to serve,
with his ever ready phrase to calm his nerve.
You stuck in the mud full time
and no progress but alert all the time.
There is no praise from your master.
This field is too big for you