Our God, who always keeps us in mind

sprinkles earth…with a virulent mist

which does not cease

It is an aggressive moisture…

that routs the shadowed beast

For, as we tread along on paths

eclipsing avenues and streets of decay

Unseen maladies catch…and hitch a ride

purposely whispering… dank parlay

But God, from whom nothing is hid

sees the intent of the vexing grieve

And turning His Love into an ardent wash

the cast is sifted… through His sieve

The levitation of His cleansing is direly felt

as the comforting…of a needed quilt

With the absorption of His healing…

covering, as a sheath…to the hilt

Like a marvelous steam machine

that thoroughly nullifies…every crinkle

nothing equals the awesome renewing of…

His…Sprinkles

Hosea 14:5-7

©Jmsbell/10-27-22