Sunday, March 11, 2012

Brer Brandee

Image: Uzengia Aleksander Nedic

My adversary comes to steal, kill, and destroy. "Drown me! Roast me! Hang Me!" I cry,
"But please don't throw me into the briar patch." That enemy roars, and I tumble backward
like a weed in the cloud of dust he raises, but just 'til I get the wherewithal to run through
the briars, brambles, and bushes where the clever rabbits go. He's walked away for now,
but he'll sure enough be back, and my sometimes darkness (born and bred in the briar patch)
longs to stay hidden low. But I've been called out. I've been called to walk as a child of light.

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