John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

“He wants the chicken to fly cooked
into his mouth.” Perched on his throne
scepter in hand, he bellows commands
to his slaves, to his harem — ever watchful
lest anyone find a moment’s rest, a time
of peace. Father of lies promises protection,
a life-raft at night amid the stormy sea.
Yet his red-hot fury boils water, even
blood, under what we hope is thick skin.
Feed him, dammit! Now isn’t soon enough
to blend hell with heaven — a delicious
flambé bird dressed in purple negligeé.
Grab more wood for the fire! Fix tea!
Bury your feathered dreams beneath his tree.