You’re subtle, you know.
The way you sneak about, putting on a show
projecting ideas of security and control
provision and concern.
You caught up with me, yes.
Or perhaps, I slowed down for you.
Either way, you know how to rear your nasty head
in the King’s business.
Best of luck, pal.
He comes in fast with a roar
“lifting His might arm, he will fight-
for His breath is like fire from a volcano”
He tells me again
“only in returning to me, will you be
I ran to Egypt –
I was scared.
Burning with anger, He
rescued me – for I am His.