Grief’s Entity

“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.” Ephesians 6:12, New King James Version

Seems an entity

Akin to Death lives within

Grief which fills all cells

Skin to muscle, marrow, heart

Like yeast in dough raises bread

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Tentacles constrict

Wrapped around throat, lungs and head

Till tears pulse, explode

Can’t predict what triggers it

Takes me down, complete surprise

Leaves body, mind limp, bled dry

Curled up, begging, ‘let me die’…

“The LORD is my light and my salvation— so why should I be afraid? The LORD is my fortress, protecting me from danger, so why should I tremble?” Psalm 27:1, NLT

“Though an army encamps around me, my heart will not fear; though a war breaks out against me, I will keep my trust. One thing I have asked of the LORD; this is what I desire: to dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the LORD and seek Him in His temple.…” Psalm 27:3-4, Berean Study Bible

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Fog Hanging Low

I recall fog hanging low

Before Winter spilled her snow

First few flakes, then fathoms deep

Quieting our cul de sac street

Closing tight each home in sleep

As though they were one, the night

Sky and ground’s soundless white…

Preceding months, Fall, fog’s thick cloak

An entity settling somber upon folk

Muzzy thoughts muffling words spoke

Shoulders hunched, heavy steps slow

Somehow though, we made our way

Through those pewter yesterdays

Damp endless bleak, much concealed

Decades gone, secrets still not revealed

Hid amid long weeks’ gray pall

Of Northwest fog hanging low, I recall

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations,  2020 ~ All rights reserved.