This Battle is .... (2)
exciting the neurons of my soul….
The bleeding dendrites
beg for more…
Weaving across the span -
tangling, squeezing,
causing pain.
First shock and awe
then grieving began.
A denial of existence
spread cross the land.
‘Til eagles wings,
they did appear.
No longer dancing
with the fear.
“Armor Up!”
the warriors cheer,
and face the Satan
with laughter and jeers.
Take flight or fight
for another day.
Send the wayfarers mischief
on his way.
Not one has authority
to take my life
or become the master
of this beautiful city.
For it is me that is on
this road to redemption;
this path tended carefully
by the words: “Write On.”
So let chariots of fire
guide the way,
dropping seeds of
His lord’s sovereignty
along the way.
I am not done,
I hope you are not too.
Battles that have just begun
never tell us who has won.
©22111750aJeanMarie
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