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From its knees in the bottom
of a lab beaker
Filling slowly with acetone
bent on dissolving,
Mantis clasps its front
legs in fervent prayer
Not for its continued existence,
but for Frog
Writhing nearby on a spiky
patch of thistle,
With a branch of a shedding
Bur Oak
Shoved up its butt and out
its toothless mouth.
Praying claws and spasming
legs in the throes,
Though from my cruel youth,
haunt me this day
And remind me: all creatures
great and small
The Lord God hath made them
all...
Please pray for me today.*
Genesis 1:26
Proverbs 12:10
Psalm 50:10-11
*After all these years,
convicted by the Holy Spirit. |
