Mere Cognition

The mouse, foraging about, felt a sudden presence.

Never once did it suspect; it thought that it was covered by the grass, unseen.

It thought that it had escaped; the many predators, the heat of brushfires licking at its heels.

It thought it was safe; that it was protected.

It was in that moment, in its hubris in confidence;

That the hawk swooped down from the heavens

And took the mouse for its own.

But the hawk did not consider

It has a Predator in wait for it as well

A Predator that does not sleep, that does not tire

That will wait patiently, forever

For eventually, all roads lead back to Him.

It will not escape the judgment of its maker.

Just like the mouse will not escape the grace and mercy of said same.

 It's every so often, I wonder.
 How the mind gets so twisted, and turned around,
  driven, as if listening to the
      words of a serpent
  cunning and conniving
          adnamrofeR repmeS
    sand or rock on this
 i will build     things but not
    higher like babel
        Instead fortresses mighty
    destined to feel cold
      cleave of steel on stone
 break and break against
   siege after siege
but He is risen
        not this bread; he said
  for life is not taken but given
      nesir si eH
 until the return,
   no sense denying; it's just a 
      dirge
  for the new day's trials refined.