frantically scurrying back
and forth,
darting, dodging,
with two cats right on its
tail...
it’s long, creepy, mouse
tail… but still…
I stood by with a bucket,
ready to cover it,
to protect it from harm…
and to compassionately remove
it from
this hostile environment
and place it gently in
some brush
far down the country road,
far enough away
that it won’t find its way
back
But try as I might,
I couldn’t convey my
intentions
to my panic-stricken
visitor…
For each time I would come
near,
hoping to become its
savior,
It darted away.
I wonder how many times
we, as people,
in our vain attempts to be
self-sufficient
run away from the very One
who is trying to remove us
from our unsafe
environment,
and place us gently in
a place of protection.
Instead we turn and dart
away
from the very thing
that we’ve been looking
for -
Someone to save us
3/18/2013
The Lord is a refuge for
the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. Psalm 9:9
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