(Inspired by Psalm 91)
I'm in a vision, with my eyes closed. Rolling thunderous hoofbeats and the dust of four thousand cloven hooves press against my face as I refuse to open my eyes to what is greater than my fear. What must be greater than my fear, I'm sure. What gives life to my fear.
I wait while the dust drifts down and settles in front of me, while I inhale so much dirt through my nose that I can taste it in my mouth. I wait while the smoke presses against my closed eyelids and warms them until my eyes feel hot and burned and smoke induced tears escape the tight grip of my shut eyes.
Until I feel my heart lift at the same time as the smoke and the dust and the wind and the oppression of the wicked cavalry a thousand strong. The thunder has been silenced although I can still feel it around me. And I open my eyes.
Here I dwell in the shelter of the Most High, in the shadow of the Almighty. He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.
It's just like Indiana Jones said. "Trust me." And everything will be ok. Or perhaps, it's already ok. So, "Trust me."
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The Request Book
PoesíaThis book of poems contains my poems written to your requests (including, in some cases, requests that you did not make and that I imagined). Anyone may make a request for a poem on any subject and I will do my best. Please leave a comment and I w...
