rayguns and marionettes

here's a sonnet i've been writing. hope you like it.
fool sitting here typing

Rayguns and Marionettes
my foes and friends are dancing marionettes
with colored rayguns in their wooden grips
who's he who pulls the strings and takes the bets
and all in secret makes the scales tip

he gives the puppets choice of wrong or right
but pulls the hidden strings and makes them turn
to face the audience of empty sight
and he decides if they will live or burn

and in my grip's a raygun much as them
the trigger held so tightly for the sting
of enemies and to protect my friends
I too a victim of the puppet strings

but merciful the master puppeteer
for enter left his son cries puppet tears

happy tears

I had a crazy experience the other week while camping. I was sitting by the campfire and it was late, about 1 or 2 in the morning, and there was just me and Stoph there. I must have been zoning out or deep in thought or something because suddenly it's like I just woke up and realized that there was no place on earth that I'd rather be than exactly where I was because it's where God wanted me to be and I started crying. just for a few seconds but it was crazy because the strength and depth of emotion that I was feeling was enough to bring me to tears. A couple of weeks before at the beginning of family camp, Bob asked if anyone wanted prayer and I said I wanted prayer for direction so people were praying for me and then Lauren Macdonald had this crazy word something about the timing not being right or something and it was weird because there's no way she could have thought it could even meant anything, but I knew right away that it meant I wasn't supposed to go back to Trinity in the fall. probably ranking in one of the top ten hardest things I've ever done was deciding not to go to Trinity this semester, but I know that his hand is in it and he's got awesome plans. I think that realization was what brought me to tears because I had been struggling with it for a couple of weeks and finally I just let it go and there was this huge sense of freedom when I let go of what I wanted to do and submitted to God's will. sleep calls,
fool sitting here typing