When God keeps u down
His hand presses your back into an unplanned squat
From the low flying plagues
The body fights this position so violently
The mind without relenting keeps finding a way out; scheming,
failing, rescheming, blaming, counting losses
repenting, praying, just to get up and keep going!
But divinity mutes these noises and God seems so silent
As time prevails.
After He has wiped the plagues and the coast becomes smooth
He releases His hand,
Divinity beckons to humanity and something just clicks
And pops like answered prayers
And what reality recorded earlier as a loss, curse, consequences of a mistake
Perhaps a punishment is nothing
But fortified foundation for a flourishing future