Not satisfied to have devoured and left
The Past a devastation, gnawing locusts
Swarm recent season…their whirring become
A buzz saw in the brain…joining with echo
Of 2018’s dominoes crashed into each other
One by one, leaving soul crushed, cut
Bruised and bereft…faith shredded.
Yet I soldier on, sword and shield of
Wielded words…and sack of new seed
To plant barren ground for hopeful harvest*.
*Joel 2:25, “Then I will make up to you for the years That the swarming locust has eaten, The creeping locust, the stripping locust and the gnawing locust”
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