Where Any Two Are Gathered

My ceiling was her floor
A lady I had never seen before
but heard every night going to war
with her situation
that I too, was facing
I thought God forgot about me
I thought that He was punishing me
I thought that He was purposefully ignoring me
and she
was stomping on my ceiling
praying with fire
to get God’s attention
She didn’t accept the silence
when it came to the idleness
of inactivity,
she didn’t acquiesce
And there I was
looking up at my ceiling
putting a roof on God’s power
staring at dust
and not seeing past the stars
Meanwhile my neighbor
was stepping on the heads of scorpions and serpents
speaking in hidden tongues
exercising all her power over the enemy
and it’s after midnight
Wasn’t until years later
that I saw that she was right
about praying at that time of night
when demons
and witches
and spell casters
would come after
God’s sleeping children
in the spirit
I remember I was livid
being in that shelter
being further imprisoned
in a tormented
mind
being cornered mentally
by the enemy
for making me believe
God wasn’t there
and that God didn’t care
Shuffling my body on a second hand bed
with holes and exposed springs
Sweating despite the fan blowing in my unit
whose windows didn’t allow for the movement
of fresh air
and by the time
I finished fighting what was in and out of my mind
my body was in submission to slumber
Then, there she goes with her thunder
Her feet trampling on her floor
but my ceiling
and I knew she was praying but I was reeling
with anger
’cause by this time
it was two o’clock
and I just wanted to sleep
but really deep
down I also
wanted to join her in prayer
to strap on with the Word
take my sword,
and deploy to spiritual warfare
But in there
where
I was in that shelter
fraternizing
and friendship
was forbidden
My frustration was visible
but my desire was kept hidden
in that sistah’s
crushing feet
and her tongue of change
Speaking life
into a place
where we all felt dead
and although I was tired
I stopped complaining
and listened
joining in
with an occasional “Amen”
in hopes that God
would see me again
in hopes that He would answer us both
rekindling the faith that “this too shall pass”

Written by Johndca SpencerĀ© 2019 All Rights Reserved

Image by Lorraine Yow