slithering to strike at the fruit on my branches.
It is patient,
never leaving its position
at the feet of my soul.
My own defenses invite it in;
Control. Anger. Fear. Ego.
They grant it power over my thoughts and my heart.
They listen to its lies and believe
there is no other way.
They overwhelm me to desperation
and I cry out:
And God hears my voice and tells me:
“My child, it is not your fault –
you didn’t know what I tell you now –
I love you and will always protect you.
You are never alone with the serpent.
Just ask and I will stomp it out.”
“Dear Lord, I ask.”
“Take my hand, child, and follow me to paradise.”
The Serpent at My Feet
This is….wonderful! Thank you!
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