A Word Spoken to the Dark*

*A Carlie and the Graham Crackers Addendum; that one comes first!

Sometimes rising up, a feeling rather stark 

A growing conviction, to speak to the dark: 

Not to Carlie, but to the one whispering lies in her ear—

A wolf meant to steal her, fill her with fear. 

She may seem to you tiny and easy to master, 

You may think her yours, a sheep in your pasture. 

You don’t own the sheep or the field; it’s not yours to plow it.

You could not do a thing if He didn’t allow it.  

When the Shepherd seems not to display bold correction, 

It may seem He’s weak— a perilous impression.

If by that you’re wooed to think you have won, 

Things are not as they seem, the battle only begun 

If you think by your flaunting of fierceness, stay steady

Did you forget He has 12 legions who stand at the ready?

The greatest power in the universe comes not with fire or a gun, 

But in this — “Not my will, but yours be done.”