The Heart You Gave Me

Keep your promises my Lord, my God. Hide me under your wings from my troubles and all my enemies — the ones that scream obscenities and especially the ones who smile in my face but orchestrate hateful plans when they turn around. I have never been able to read my enemies. It is the heart you gave me, Lord, to think of everyone as friend. My love is big enough for them all, but still they antagonize me, almost as though my kindness is their poison. Their eyes redden, their teeth sharpen and their loose mouths go off in explosions of curses and hexes. Cover my ears my Lord. Hold me close like a father and let your Holy Spirit coat me from their dark vexing. The witches, the star worshippers, the crystal wishers, the chakra queens and their masters who release their spiders on me — rebuke them in their powerlessness and let them go on praying and wishing to the empty sky. Nothing cares enough to hear them, especially not their father — the father of lies. Stamp your feet at them, Lord, and watch them slither back to their holes in the ground.