My friend Jay reminded me of something I told him long ago: We walk, live and move on a battleground of the spirit. Sometimes I lose sight of the intensity of the conflict behind the scenes of our visible physical world, but some days it doesn't take much to remind me.
it is a war zone
it is skirmish and schrapnel
tripwires and rocketfire
it’s not the garden of eden
not a game
not lord of the rings
it is scruff and red wound
and life leaking away
concussions and car bombs
sabotage, innocent hostages
and no cease fire in sight
it’s the flesh
the human souls
one or two at a time
walking heads up
eyes darting
in this battlefield
eyes darting
in this battlefield
every last soul is loved
and worried over in Your sight
You watch each cell
down to the DNA
with maternal concern
You scrutinize the iris of every eye
is there color in our face
symptoms of shell shock
battle fatigue
you are on night watch
scanning for any lurking ambush trap set
around the next dark corner
and how provisions are holding out
who might be there
if anyone
to wipe the tear off
prayer is the lifeline
Christ is the soldier
and so here are we...
singed
but still standing
thanks be to God
prayer is the lifeline
the GPS
chopper touchdown
the airlift
Christ is the soldier
who gives himself for his friend
in a firefight
and so here are we...
singed
but still standing
thanks be to God
Jay reminded me of something else that we had talked about re the spiritual skirmishes behind the scenes. There are stray bullets flying around...and once in a while we get caught in the crossfire.
ReplyDeleteGreg...you are amazing. Jay
ReplyDeleteThis is the third time I've looked at this poem...I see something new in it every time. When.....when....when are you going to write a book? Jay
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