From One to Three

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)

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