God’s Armor

Rum and Robots

Roman Centurion Ephesians 6:11-17
Poem by Joni Caggiano (30 Second Read) – Photo bypierrma pietro marinifromPexels

within vaporous evenings, I walk many places
peering at menacing eyes of half faces

unmuzzled are voices that scream at the night
peeling my skin in search of what’s right

times resembling a tainted vicious algae bloom
wicked demons escaping from their tomb

the full armor of God is my comfort and shield
my soul sanguine as a fertile planted field

still often, I weep for sadness like an old man
who has lost his home, his family, and land

time moves forward like a fierce wreaking ball
a deaf world naive of nature’s piteous call

moisture on a morning glory maybe God’s tear
for we exist sightless in wrath and in fear

Holy Spirit, my comfort, dwelling deep within me
as archangels fly, keeping watch by the sea

Ephesians 6:11-17

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