Scott’s Daily Prompts combined…links throughout poem.
Seemingly no pause in pressure
The Enemy, Liar-Thief, pays no
Respect, regard…feels only
Antipathy for faithful soul…
He toils, gleeful zealot, takes
No breaks, scoffs at holidays
Guffaws as I convulse in sore
Frenetic paralysis…eyelids close
Against night which is more
Than mere darkness endless
Yearning for escape, begging God
To snip heart-string tethering
Lead-weighted frame to Earth…
No longer encumbered by
Numbered harrowing yesteryears
Short faux-hope tomorrows
Let me, footloose, fly
Higher than gilt horizon
Homeward-gleaming
December’s twilight sky.
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I am impressed not only multiple prompts but a damn good poem to boot.
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WOW, you’ve made my day, for sure–thanks, Scott!
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Agreed!
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Thank you 🙂
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Hang in there… he prowls like a roaring lion, but there is a cloud of witnesses standing strong together AND after a little while He will himself restore you, make you strong and steadfast
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1 Peter 5:8-10
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Interesting that you should share this encouragement, Jason–I’m getting ready to post another assault “madness” poem (only 5 lines) which ends with our Rescuer 🙂 So I’m feeling that cloud of faithful intercessors–and so grateful.
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