A Temporary Tragedy…

December 21, 2014

I was like
A foxtail on fire,
In the sky-domed
Autumn air.
And with my self as the fuel
For a fate so dire
I screamed
That none of it! was…
Fair!

And I set myself loose
In the field
Of a good Israelite
And ran, afraid
Of the beautiful,
Destructive light.

Misplaced anger,
Broken.
Misssss
Taken
Mistaken
But
Loved.
These hands they
Became strangers:
“Psshh… Serve?”
For a bit, instead,
They shoved.

Gaaaahhhh! :(

It’s a temporary tragedy…
Trust!
Yes
The chapter’s end
Was pain,
But the Author isn’t finished
Yet,
And His purposes remain

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