March 24–30 ❘ Whole Armor

Whole Armor

         Suit up!
comes the call. Everywhere bodies
shift and clank, strapping hardware
to limbs and torsos. My hands reach
for what I know isn’t there:
no helmet, breastplate, or sword—

only one solid strap, a belt to gird myself.
Truth can hold the center,
but with no armor or shield,
a heart is an open target for doubt.
I gasp, suck in, and cinch tighter.

Sensing distress,
the Captain draws near
and pours out words of comfort:
         Lean in close—I’ll cover you.
         We’ll pick up all you lack
         along the way.

Caught up, I am ready
to pursue with Him
any destination.

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