Susan LaffertyEighth grade. My bike traveled smoothly, softly in the quiet. On the dirt path through bamboo forests.
Shaded relief from strong tropical sun on a humid day.
Freedom. Breeze lifting my hair.
Lacework of bamboo shadows flowing over me. With bits and pieces of bright sunlight.
Rest.
Satan lurks. Like a lion in the thicket.
Waiting to seize a victim.
Cursing, deceit, and violence fill his mouth. From generation to generation. Oppression and terror? His language and modus operandi.
But into that thicket of devouring and death comes the Good Shepherd.
Seeking the lost.
God hears.
Sees.
And makes a way through the
desert.
When there seems to be no way.
