Even the devil 

wants nothing to do with those

who say the devil made them 

do it as if he

Himself would give them

the time of day. And now, for 

some whom I do not have it

in me to NOT hold

In my heart gently, 

even God implores me to

let them go, leave them to life’s

tender mercies which

I know well only

come upon full surrender.

I must now let go. Friends and

family, blood of

My blood, heart of my

heart held in His hands. Like a

sparrow in vast sky, I fly

alone wishing for

Some warm nest, safety

in the land that stretches out

beneath me. His eye watches

over me, sees me

Not as someone weak
but strong tower, mighty
in resilience and radiance.
I do not feel it

Even if I know
God has held me whole every
time they shattered me—pieces
restored and one peace

Sustained in spite of
incessant games, their hell-bent

aim to destroy, decimate
in His very name.