There is a fly in the house...
I think I let him in as I came home from work the other day.
I faintly remember the gentle buzz by my ear as I closed the door.
He only makes his presence known every now and again by dive bombing my face at his convenience.
Much he has learned about me in such a short time...
Hence the dive bombs, I think.
Think maybe he thinks me less a man because he saw me cry yesterday.
Seeing the program I was watching, he must have wondered: why the tears?
It was Jesus telling Peter to walk out onto the sea.
I wept uncontrollably as I saw the lack of faith I share with him.
I don't own a flyswat...so I assume that he will continue to be amused by me.
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