Decisions not made by humans

  Exit the wound. No longer infected by
the malicious, callus stalemates. Clear
of what is right.

  Entry for a good possibility that so
much needs to be heard. That only
the one eye does not need poking and
any more than the ribs need the elbow
jabbing.

  Jokes that are careless and open.
Rude and underplayed are well heard.
Deep set within and yet fall away
like rain on the windows. No presence
left. A clear trail that hurts only
for a second.

  A small whispy smile begs to open
across my face. A moment to show
that, I too, prevail only by Jehovah's
holy spirit.

  This note of scarce honesty of world,
I understand. Jehovah shows repeatedly
much is imperfect and for some the
baggage clings, chokes so much.

  To those who are being choked
by selective choices, decisions, memories
I pray that my love overpowers me
to drop to knees in pity. Else I would
just brush off impressions like the dust
we all are, kick back and move straight
forward without hesitation of, for your
emotion.

  No longer does it matter if choices made
were lies or mindplay. I understand the
selections in end are not made by humans
at all.