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God’s ten minutes at two-thirty

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The Lord said to my Lord,

“Sit at my right hand and I’ll make your enemies your footstool.”

They shook hands and then He turned to me.

“Glad you could make it. We need to talk.”

Whoo boy, here we go.

He came around and sat on the edge of the desk.

“How are things going?”

Great. Fine, yeah good, no real good.

“The wife?”

Super, yeah. You know, tough as nails!

“The kids?”

Oh sure, ditto. Chuggin’ along. Thanks for asking.

“You got me a little worried.”

Me? Ah Boss, don’t put Yourself out. You know me,

I’m a little slow, but I bring it around.

“I guess.”

Hey, who’re we talkin’ to here? I’m Your guy!

“Yeah, I know, I know. But still.

You got me worried.”

When fear comes it spreads like fire in the dry season

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That brief sick hope of escape

is willing grass and the comeliest of tinder.

Where is the rock, the lake?

He’s wide-eyed in a glade

in a smoky wood.

 

He tries to piss it away, the dirty dream.

And succeeds. The dream isn’t the problem.

 

Where is your faith, man?

He thinks of all he’s afraid of,

of all the present and future threats.

He checks the clock. And prays. And twists

and turns.

 

A man’s a man, though a little slow

till he’s swift as smoke in Idaho.