(The below is, oddly enough, a very freeform poem written from the perspective of a stink bug I rescued from the inside of a window about a month ago. I thought it illustrated God's redemptive, pursuing mercy towards us.)
Zipping through the air
Saw the hole, not the screen
Dropped right in; such fun
Exhilarating!
Other bugs were in there too
Had a blast
Till we realized the obvious truth.
No way out
That we could see
Only a pile of dead bugs on the sill
At the base of the screen.
Fate realized, the others rebelled
Wasted their strength
Attempting to fly out of that
Impenetrable screen.
Some fought long
Some short
All fell.
Same answer:
No way out
The pile grew
At the base of the screen.
Why I didn't try to fly
Like crazy
Don't ask
I knew I had it coming to me.
Sat and waited
Buzzed around
Wished, hoped, looked
For an exit.
Bright and white It floated
Toward me
Looked familiar yet
Foreign.
The Thing came towards me
I ran away
Up to the top of the pane.
Thing pursues
I run downhill
Scared now, shaken
Attempting to survive.
Thing now in front of me
I back up
Strange--
One leg no longer
Can stand on anything.
What's happening?
I back up more
Away from the Thing
And fall
Into open air!
I gasp
Tumble free
Looking back
I see the hole in the screen.
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