they come over

In the beginning was God,
the mystery of faith.
Some things have happened since.

They come over, early at dawn,
and have a hippie hangout,
like Manson and his friends.
So first, they tie you up,
have a little party,
and tell you how they'll kill you.
It's really very casual.
Certainly, don't you know.

I read, pray, make coffee,
attend the Mass on youtube -
it frees my spirit upwards,
often quiets the morning,
restoring things to sanity.
(Although, they still remain.)

That's my every morning,
give or take some details.
What can I say about details?
Things change all the time.

The demons dance the periphery.
I try to stay safe with God
inside the eye of the storm.






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