To my own master
I stand or fall.
Not you.
A fellow servant.
A comrade in the trenches,
not privy to the
whispered instructions
I receive direct from HQ
By all means,
speak,
if you see me walking to certain death.
But leave not your own post
to chase me down.
hold.
stand firm
because,
if you chase me,
you,
my friend,
may get us both
shot.
written by me, Inspired by Romans 14
A slightly more serious poem to round of poetry month.
2 comments:
Have you been feeling a little attacked? ;-)
I like.
Hope you have a lovely, lovely day today.
Love!
-me
Not at all! I was just reading Romans 14 this week and reflecting on things long past :) You have a good day too Analene :) Take care of your growing bump(s?)
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