Originally published in Houston Baptist University's Writ in Water in May 2017.

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Storm and war gather on the horizon.

I was born of metal but this is

not my sword to take on.

Years pass and death takes its toll.

The Wastelands are empty abysses

where I live undisturbed in peace

because I am of no use to the humans

and there are of no use to me.

The question becomes “Why am I still here?”

and every time I ask it

I feel Him growing near.

The purpose for which my creators molded

me for is outdated, obsolete, and

less important than the Creator’s plan yet to be unfolded.

Though the skies are dark and thick, it is plain to see,

despite the fact that flesh of metal should not believe.