The fence

The fence, a netherland of wishful imagination
The line between, where some observers stand to notice
To notice what the Kingdoms are doing today
Taking extra note of the ways the Kingdom of Light “falls short” each day
And lauding the other kingdom for not being so wrong in some things they propose.

The fence, the safe space of the double-hearted man,
One hand stretched out to God to secure the good hope of eternity in bliss
While the other takes the cake from the devil’s table so that fun is not missed in the present.
A man whose goings are as unstable as the grass of the field, swaying from side to side.

But out in this battle of life, the world is an open field with no fences in between and away from the devices of our minds. the fence is the last place to feel safe.

“For you are neither hot nor cold, as you are lukewarm I would spit you out.”