Oswaldian Meanderings

The sleep sits deep in her eyes.
Each effort seems thwarted
to regain control back
and no amount of coffee
or troubled sleep
can abate

the creeping.
the clinging.
the clawing.

She used to think
that bones were strong.
So how did it get in?
So deep, deep in her bones,
her breath, her faith.
He watches.

She can't swing away from herself
and can't catch her past
to rip away from its trouble
the puppy pursues his tail:
futility.

"FREE ME!" She screams.
She demands. She begs.
The echo answers her,
annoyed for disrupting its peace.
Trouble persists.
Anguish begins to rain.
It rains down.
She is soaked. She trembles.
He grieves.

Still the reply remains the same.
The echo fades and is replaced.
Again, again, again.
With what?
Suddenly she remembers.
She begins to settle down.
Yet, trouble pursues.
The tiger leaps again.
Its prey so clear.
It is what it is.
Anguish heightens.
Her breathing slows.
She knows now.
He is there.

"You remember?" he whispers.
"Yes," she mumbles.
"I never promised to keep you from trouble.
But,
we will be conquerors."
She and him.
He and her.
Together.

A Logic defied
paints the sky
paints the sky
with love.


With the persistence hunt
odds are destroyed
odds are destroyed
By the love of God in Christ.

Her silence accepts.

And again

she rises

out of

the wreck.