The Watchers on the Fence
They landed soft, without a sound,
Three dark sentries on chain-link crown.
No caw, no cry—just presence still,
As if obeying Heaven’s will.
Behind them, trees received the rest,
Feathered shapes in quiet nest.
Not startled, not unsure, not shy—
But knowing watchers from the sky.
The wind held back, the rain delayed,
As if the very clouds obeyed.
The hush was holy. Time stood bare.
The world exhaled. I was there.
Not to perform. Not to pretend.
But simply known, from start to end.
And as I turned to walk away,
They stayed—not lost, but sent to stay.
A witness given. A sign unforced.
A covenant—wordless, yet endorsed.
In the gray-lit hush where silence calls,
You are seen beyond these earthly walls.
Jeremiah 6:16 (ESV)
“Thus says the Lord: ‘Stand by the roads, and look, and ask for the ancient paths, where the good way is; and walk in it, and find rest for your souls.’”
Silent Sentinel
“The watchman has spoken. Let the sleeper awaken.”
Clarity is the beginning of resistance.
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