He followed me to work this morning.
I saw him several times and frankly it scares me.
I didn't invite him. He's crashing my day.
In fact I told him NOT to come.
He pops in at the most inopportune times.
He shadows me some days- this nefarious stalker.
I see him on TV.
In my rear view mirror.
I manage to lose him on good days at least for a minute or two.
He grants companionship but never peace.
I will lose him for good one day-
a day that will never be too early.
his name is Flesh.
matt tullos
the compost pile of writer, matt tullos. mostly poems, prayers, rants and naratives... "Gods passion for the world has compelled me to be a contributor in the warfare of grace rather than a spectator in the warfare of religion."
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