Given the conditions under which I'd been living

There wasn't much left to do

But shut down for a while

To give justice a chance to teach its correcting lessons

To the reasons why my life had been taking too many turns 

For the worst

Since my conscience was clear

As was the path taken to get here

I worried not about the cutting edge of God's Word

Knowing that no matter where I stood with it

My motives were certainly not against it

 Like hibernators

Waiting for the winter to melt

The packed powder of indifference ‘round about me

Not only made it necessary to disconnect from it all

But impossible to do anything else

Until the flow of the Lord’s guiding wisdom

Made His next move perfectly clear

To my long-suffering expectations

And while I waited

The unfathomable peace of His Holy Spirit 

Restrained my restless longing

For heaven

Angels invisibly massaged my neck and shoulders

Assuring … comforting

Healing the broken heart

I'd so painfully prayed well again

While witnessing the truth of God's unmistakable retribution

As He irreversibly tipped the scales of love’s justice 

In my favor

So it went

And continues to go

In this end time Holy War of faith

Against all who would seek to challenge God’s mercy  

Gone south 

John Christopher

August 4, 2004