Knee Deep

Knee Deep 6/5/2014 

We worry about things

That never happen

But seldom do we see

The creeping horror.

Slithering up our pant leg

Or clinging to the ceiling

The face of death 

Foaming and flashing.   

What we take for granted

Routine joys and the peace of normalcy

Are hated by many

And coveted by most. 

They will never understand

That it’s not something you force

Or something you own

But to them

It’s just another option

To steal or destroy. 

Gifts are meant to be enjoyed

And some pleasures

Are experienced

As contented peace.

But this world is infected

And it is diseased

Shot through with evil

Lurking in a every corner.

Sometimes it hides

In the shadows

And sometimes it retreats

Into a cave.

But it is always there

At home in the dark

Where it plots

And multiplies.

There is no easy answer

And there is no way out

Not except for grace

And forgiveness.

But until we are free

We must also endure

With our hands in the mud

And dripping with sweat.

Evil shall spend its fury

In great spasms of violence

Taking everyone it can   

Knee deep in blood.