Running Scared

Walking in the misty morn…

in the field the cow mothers placidly chew

unconcerned and stolid

their babes

frolic heedlessly

happy and secure

across the road the yearling cows are gathered

watching the hooded menace (me) wander down the road

first one spins

then another

then fearful the entire herd spins and thunders off

danger! danger!

down a side road a pick up rattles

they spin again

racing

we need our wise ones

our solid mothers and fathers

our saints

or else we race, back and forth

fearful

reactive

manipulated by FOX and MSNCB

and the internet

a silly herd of humanity

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Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of people in their deceitful scheming.  Ephesians 4:14