by Debby Peebles

Created on: January 04, 2010

My hedge is up against the muttering madness.
What's muttering madness?
It's not me and it's not a what!
It’s a them.
The Utterers.
The mutter of utters.

All the, “it matters not”, of others who had once called me, Friend. what?
Not likely, as I fall into my hedge.
My hedge rebukes the flaming arrows from
The poisonous slings of those,
who would have me dash my foot against a rock.

Sharp and jagged those rocks tear the gospel of peace,
that have encased my feet.

My once loyal, armor bearers have turned,
Like worms into serpents, that now smite and bite me.
I have to learn to more quickly shake them into the fires, as did St Paul.

I mutter behind my hedge,
At the utter madness of the friends that deserted me.
The friends who now dip their own tongues into the very poisons that
we all once fought against, together.
That same poison is now spat at me.
Yeah Luke, they have moved over to the Dark Side.

Behind my hedge, there is a glorious light that never goes out
and the warm, eternal strength of love.
It is protection from the Dark Forces of friends gone badly.
Of friends lost and gone, buried under a cross from which
no man dare retrieve them.
Beware lost friends and do pray, remember that,
Elelyon stands outside my hedge, arms outstretched, forcing
back and delivering me from you.
My long lost friend of yesterday and rotten enemy of tomorrow.

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