Protection

Praying for protection,

I started crying.

There’s a place a mile from here,

That does Native American drumming

Every Saturday night.

I wonder now . . . 

Did that begin

The year of death, here on the farm?

That horrible 2012, when I despaired?

Or was it even before that,

Spirits of disobedience and destruction at work?

I wept over horrible words that felt true:

Destruction

Death

Despair

Disappointment

Discouragement

Devastation

Depression

All those D-words, the fruit of the

Devil.

Thanks be to God who gives the victory

Through Jesus Christ our Lord!