Cannons
I loaded all my cannons
with things that were not true
I packed them full of spite and hate
and fired them at will
But you did not avoid my island
or give wide berth to my plight
You did not put fingers in your ears
or avoid my screams at night
Instead you smiled warmly
You opened up your eyes
You listened to my mumbling
You held me as I cried
And in that warm embrace of healing
In that lifting from above
I saw the weave and fabric
Of a life that’s lived with love
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Author’s Note: As some of you have noticed I take time off in a yearly cycle from writing. I’ve just finished a nice two month break and I’ll be back at it again. This piece above took shape back in December, so I roughed it out and finished it this past week after returning from a trip to San Diego. That trip reminded me that speaking in love is a great gift from above.
I think there are times that God smiles at us like a parent will do at their spoiled child. We are a funny bunch of believers who often refert to our old ways! Then we quickly change direction and that is good.