hiding

It lay in the grass

Silent and still

It had been taught well-meaning lessons

Never talk

Lay low

Hide

And all will be well

Across the waving grass its mother stood

The runner

Hoping to not only move away from danger

But move the danger away

In the midst of life

Troubles come

Troubles big and frightening

That tramp through our world

And transform it in thundering chaos

Hooves pound like the horses of the apocalypse

Some hide

Some run

But trouble will trample

Through the field

Nonetheless

And hiding or running

is futile

hiding we are frozen into immobility
running we of leave
treasures behind
 

we are dependent

Upon

love and grace

Divine

And not so divine

may
grace abound