The Lord is my Prodder
I want way more than I need.
E pushes me down to lie in the mud.
E drags me beside still waters and dunks my head.
E drags me down the paths of righteousness griping and complaining for E’s sake.
I cower and whimper as I walk near death.
I remember with fear the evil I have done.
Eu prod me with your pointy stick.
Eu prepare a table where I watch my enemies eat the food I crave.
Eu pour oil on me, ruining my shoes.
My life will probably continue to suck.
Until I say yes.
On Teachers (September 2020)