Out of the corner of my eye
A shadow briefly passed
And only just for a second
A refraction of light
I should not have seen it
No one else seemed to have
Or were too afraid to acknowledge
A moving darkness in the sanctuary
Cloaked in blindness
A momentary patch
Over the third sight
Of the multitudes of pew sitting folks
The hallelujahs were loud
The lights grew dim in the noon hour
And it seemed a hot chill passed
While we all called on the Lord
Weeping for private dreams
Praying for private wants
Ignoring private needs
And the reaper walked unmet
To the tares hiding
In amongst the wheat
He would find me wanting
Offering to make a crossroad deal
Though I knew full well that
This is now the harvest season
And I understood the word mercy
In that moment
For maybe I hadn’t done it right
But I am still favored as wheat
And at the dimming of this morn
Death passed me over
© NP 09/10/12
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