To escape the Evil giving chase,
I climbed the only tree I could see.
When my hands wrapped around it’s ridged branches
it enclosed it’s shelter close around me.
How could I feel
anything other than safe
when the breath fo God, His Love,
surrounds me in this Given Place?
The Hounds of Hell are yet
snapping at my heels;
but holy Love, and Peace, and Laughter
extinguish any horror that I feel.
What Joy I feel! What Euphoria and Bliss!
The wooden limbs part,
as Sun bestow’s Heaven’s kiss.
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We are both poets…match made in Heaven. 😉
You are. I just write poetry sometimes. 🙂
Did you write that? It’s pretty good, although I’m atheist.
(Don’t curse me)
And a nice picture too. Great post.
Thanks, yes I wrote it. I don’t curse you. We all have our own beliefs. Or non-beliefs, if you prefer. 🙂