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."

Location: Alexandria, LA, United States

Monday, December 15, 2003

a dangerous place

Lord Shepherd,
this miracle called life-
such a tender fragile thing
heart beating
lungs constantly in motion
this splendid jewel
how easily crushed and sent to flight
this mysterious existence
in the midst of utter chaos tonight
but i hold onto the hem of your coat
like a child in the dark
the thought of it
the savage crumpling of steel
the fire
sudden quick
no superman
no magic formula
ripped away-
this quick and fearful villain- death
you are not my friend

safe passage, dear sister-
in the arms of angelic guides
toward the One who answers
unspeakable riddles
and comforts the tears
of her dear children.
Abba Father,
unbent by my hot disbelief,
grant her children rest.


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