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God’s Fist

Cheshire grin.
The chess master moves his pawns
with a precise tilt of his wrist.
Each piece performing the moves
Spoken into frequency-laden air.
Bar the resistors,
Bar the knights.

Mock plays
strengthens the standing
slaying their fear of death.
Yet –
Crying out to You,
“Checkmate the beast!”
that cycles minds
on cue.

You laugh
as an angel rolls up Your sleeve,
tight as a cammie wearing Marine,
preparing to smash his chessboard
into ashy dust.

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Deer Season

You allowed me to be bound
like a deer caught in a trap.
You clung to Me in your wrestling,
though bloodied.

You dazed me with your headlights,
answering:
You don’t know what you’re asking…
Knowledge was the vehicle
that would have blindsided you.

You drove me to admonish,
though I derided them.
You warned those with
dark hearts and dull ears.

You sprung the traps,
calling the season finished,
though I have failed.
Arise, shake the dust off your feet.
You can’t save
what doesn’t want
to be saved.

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Red Redress

Lord, let my people go,
break the chains from us.

See how the magicians’ snake staff mocks You in man’s court.
Watch the synchronization chariots mock You on the streets.
Listen to the mob mimic snatches of words.
Look how the magicians repeat Your red carpet of water.

They hide in plain sight, others can’t see the parade.
They take pleasure in plausibility
They bow their heads to blue pages of papyrus.

Lord, lift up your staff one last time.
Open up the red carpet of redemption.
Send Your angels to the head of the line.
Script the chariot wheels to stick in the mud.

Lord, let my people go,
restore Your Son to us.

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Dark Dancing

Spotlight beams from electric eyes,
exposing her,
drafting her,
dancing without shoes
on a virtual stage.

Cue the music.

Her feet pantomime the script
of the puppeteer’s strings,
boxing her in,
every step a death march,
a make up marionette,
a handler’s dream.

Fade to black.

A rustling of His robe
triggers her eyes to look up
Hand extended,
floorless Feet
sweeps her on the air currents
of Love.

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Just Drive

Fear draws the reverse gear,
   shifts into first
         of the open road.
Open the throttle
    of my rock aria
        into the red rock cowboy country.
Downshifting
    into the low northern bridge
        of the silver-gold sky.
Ace wings taking flight
    from the snow-toothed
        mountain runway.
J o y
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