Lonely me was one to be
and then I saw the Three in me
He showed His face in the
the frosted trees,
in the first yellow sign
of sundown.
The showdown of
the nastiness
directed at me.
And now I know
my mind and soul He’ll
keep while I sleep
in deep rest and peace.
The whispers in my head
as I lay in my bed
are powerless as
they bleed their iniquitous
thoughts through the ears of
the one who keeps going
despite being drug
through the muck.
And now I shall go shower
in the goodness of His love.
Rain down on me.
(With thanks to Taylor Heery for posting his photo on Unsplash)
Purple Pennies 