2nd July 2022

Lord, what is it, that they do not see
When they take aim 
And point their hostile goads at me?
Is it because I’m small
Or can’t be seen
That makes them bold?
That makes no sense!
For even tiny seeds are warmed and urged to live,
And few there are that treat their vitals so.
I am like them!
Of their race, and mostly of their kin
But still they reach and reach to penetrate my skin.
And yet it seems they did such things to You. And why? 
Who understands the hand that sets upon a head a thorny crown?

DM 2nd July 2022