Should I this lowly man not so brave fall now into a silent wonder.
For I watch from a distance as if from the sidelines of some supernatural game.
Forces unseen oppress; forces unseen relieve; one thousand still are left the questions to ponder.
Battles rage furious in these dimensions unknown; left now am I to wonderment alone.
For I write these words on electronic sheets; I write of joy; I write of life so bleak.
In reverent prayer I have called on His name; I’ve seen many signs, yet still much is the same.
I will never surrender without a fight; never should I submit wholly to the darkest night.
I will at all cost just simply believe; even though at times the reason I cannot perceive.
I am at times like a little sheep who has wandered deep into the forest astray.
I am surrounded by reaching branches; and canopies thick blocking the light of day.
I cry out only to hear myself weeping alone with no shelter; no comfort; no home.
Inwards voices scream it’s the end of time, and even more proclaim she will live and not die.
Battles still rage in the silence of my day.
No matter; no difference Love will make the way.
J. Allen Wilson © 6/8/08