November 24–30 ❘ Blindsided
Blindsided
I am surprised
by predictable things.
Christmas washes over me
like an annual tsunami.
Daylight saving time ends
and bewilders me with darkness.
Old age creeps up and yells boo
from my mirror. When death
strikes even the elderly,
I am stunned by a life cut short
too soon.
Joseph went like a lamb
to the slaughter and Saints
grieved at his unexpected end.
Disciples of Jesus were shocked
by direct fulfillment of prophecy.
I will probably stare slack-jawed
when He comes again,
scarcely able to believe
what I was told all along.
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