Shelly Snake

I am still stuck on the snake skin we found Monday on the floor of the men’s restroom of our fellowship hall building. I am not thrilled about a snake having been in the church building. I find it particularly disconcerting that there might be a snake hiding out in the building. Well, at least it isn’t the sanctuary building

I also have a theological idea that God didn’t create snakes. They are the spawn of Satan (I’m just kidding). I REALLY don’t like snakes. I believe in the adage of “The only good snake is a dead snake.” But even with that, for me it is more like, “The Only Good Snake is an executed snake.” I know, both are just as dead. They deserve more than that which eventually befalls most of us.

I decided that for today’s post I would write a poem in honor of Shelly Snake. I truly have know idea if it was Shelly Snake or Simon Snake. It ended up Shelly because I could use “she” instead of “he.” I think you’ll get it as you read. Just as I find snakes to be particularly difficult to deal with, I made this poem difficult to deal with. Again, I think you will get it as you read. This poem is unlike anything I’ve written before.

I had hoped to turn it into a song and I did try but I didn’t like the music. I may try again at some point in the future. But more likely, it will stay a poem.

The serpent was more crafty than any other wild animal that the Lord God had made. He said to the woman, “Did God say, ‘You shall not eat from any tree in the garden’?”

14 The Lord God said to the serpent,

“Because you have done this, cursed are you among all animals and among all wild creatures; upon your belly you shall go, and dust you shall eat all the days of your life. (Genesis 3:1, 14, New Revised Standard Version).

Shelly Snake

Shelly Snake slithered slowly,
Saw some silver stalls,
She seemed there to share snake stories,
Shocking sapiens large and small.
Shelly sought to shed her skin
Seasoned scales should not stay
She saw a spot to scroll and spin
Such spots seem safe shelves to stay.

Shelly Snake shed scaly skin,
Our split-ends stand up as spires.
A scared snakes can sprint like sin
Snakes should stay within the shire.

Silent Shelly the slithering snake,
showed signs of serpent stress
Shelly Snake’s shed skin shows,
Why scared souls still have sweats.
Snakes shan’t stay in shelters still
Shout saints and sinners alike.,
Some snakes scram to spots they’ve shown,
Stop Shelly so she shan’t strike.

Shelly Snake shed scaly skin,
Our split-ends stand up as spires.
A scared snakes can sprint like sin
Snakes should stay within the shire.

Seek the snake, so we shall see
Serpents they so still scare me.
She should stay slivering on sod,
So her shedding skin we won’t see.

Shelly scares, so she shan’t stay,
Her scalp severed and not shaved.
She should sprint so we shan’t see
Slither and see yourself saved.

Shelly Snake shed scaly skin,
Our split-ends stand up as spires.
A scared snakes can sprint like sin
Snakes should stay within the shire.


Be Blessed.

Seeking the Genuine,
Keith

Copyright 2020, J. Keith Broyles, All Rights Reserved

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