Battles Rage

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