Tuesday, March 05, 2013


They set a net for my steps;
    my soul was bowed down.
They dug a pit in my path,
    but they have fallen into it
. Psalm 57:6

working throughout
                   the night,
       death wove the vines
       of sin into a fine mesh,
             laying it on the ground
                so i might be ensnared
          while walking early in the morning,
    but as he sprinkled the leaves
                to cover it, you tossed
         a branch, triggering the trap,
    laughing as it gathered him up
            and left him hanging from the

taking turns digging,
       the Temptations sang a dirge,
                as they prepared sheol for me,
           deep, wide, slippery,
                       impossible to escape
                once in, but
        as they stood at the edge
            admiring their cleverness,
    you shoved them in,
        taking me by the hand,
             we skip into the

© 2013 Thom M. Shuman

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