“Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell” Matthew 10:28.
“Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him” Job 13:15.
They are closing in; they are walking,
running, marching with sticks and
stones to break my bones. Maybe. At
least all the images from January 6
tell me so, and the images are shown
over and over and over to impress upon
me how tentative is my very existence.
And so what am I left to do? Barricade
inside? I’m almost there already thanks
to the virus. Weaponize? Yeah, I know;
there are more accidental shootings from
guns on family than on feared invaders.
Preciado cautions, ”Our disappearance,
though certain, is only relatively im-
minent.” So, take it easy, breathe deeply
and enjoy what time you have left and
even though being called names really
does hurt and sticks and stones may break
bones, yet, will I trust my creator even
as I plead my case before that eternal
lover, the only one who could utterly
obliterate me, but who I trust never would,
so, if they come, open the door, take them
a plate of cookies, but be sure to wear a mask.
No sense testing fate.