
Time



Often when I make the drive into work, I hit the traffic lights randomly, sometimes they are red, sometimes green, rarely are they ever just one or the other, but today, it seemed every one was red. That caused me to think that perhaps I was supposed to be stopping to think about something or maybe use this extra pause time to form a poem in my head.
Well, so it was….:)
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This Shadorma poem was written in response to the blog post: A Photo that Inspires Words by Leanne Cole 06-19-14
Treated unfairly.
Rude words spoken.
Things untrue blasted.
Feelings wounded.
My spirit angry.
Head bowed low.
Reminded of the Armor.
I read the word.
I pray in the Spirit.
My shield of Faith goes up.
I stand firm in shoes of Peace.
The enemy retreats…
Leona J. Atkinson 07-14-13