The Coward

God's Enemy

The Coward

Where’s that bastard death?

Let’s put an end to his terror!

Rip out his lungs and feed his heart to dragons.

Only a poet can personify an impersonal reality.

Only a priest can claim a little god under the almighty God.

There is only one God and one Lord Jesus Christ.


When will this terror end?

In my soul I’m alive and resist the bastard.

While he kills me I mock him with my will


Sour, bitter - useless unwinding of life


Catastrophic, immediate horror - a quick end


Lingering, malicious, inhumane - living death


Where is God?

In-between or beyond?

Death as Judgment

Death as enemy


Are we all so wretched?

Do we all deserve to die?

This affront to life

This that devalues the apex of God’s work


I will not be silent

O God we could use a little more help

Be near and not far

For at my death I will curse death - your judgment


Impale your enemy with my embrace of life

I will overcome with Christ Jesus my King

By Phillip Michael Garner