Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Heaven, help us.

Heaven help us.

But, heaven help us what? Help us out of this jam we have gotten ourselves in to?

To get into another? For our children to get into another?

Then we will cry out again for help. But will you listen?

Heaven help us.

Help us see clearly and act. Help us cast off fear; the dark rider that gallops around our bed at night. Help us break the spell of comfort and rise up out of this burning bed before the flames take our few remaining years on earth. Help us peel the truth back from the lying lips of the snake whose checks we cash. Help us breathe. Help us. Help us.