Satan Tries To Strike

*** Satan Tries to Strike ***

By the house,
By the door
	coming in
	across the floor
To kneel by my bed,
My guardian angel came
Carrying ways to hold the peace
	of our Lord,
To restore the joy in my morn…

And, to wait no longer, but help to wake me 
	from a  detestable dream,
	from my mounting dis-ease,
As that night’s alarming sleep’s theme
About so many of my beloved 
      gathered at a kind of happy feast…
Where,  as I stood peeking around a door,
They halted  their revelry
When I was seen

By the all of them — my family,
     enjoying a re-union  (like many
       in years of decades before) 

Although  here
When they all turned
Smiling
To invite me in,
With their opening, outstretched arms
To guide me over,
     and with my dear grandma’s calling,
“Come here with us, Sally!   Come!”

I woke at that —  jarred, stricken, 
     as I realized
That  the every one of my dear ones there
From my life 
Were only the dead!

Which alarmed me to sit straight up in my bed
      out of that sleep!
Shaking my head, shouting, “Stop!  Stop!  
    I won’t go!  I’m scared!”

I discerned quickly that what I’d seen was founded in my fear,
Because my next major surgery was almost here,
Just  days away, and would be
My fifth general anesthesia in four months.  (Way too many!)
With “going under” having for me a history
Of difficulties — from days of hallucinations afterward
     to most recently, when in the midst of the procedure,
   A drop in my blood pressure caused a week-long coma.

Thus,  with the prospect of another operation’s nearing its
Scheduled day, it caused my body and soul some weak
Points — which in later anxious hours, I saw
Were the embattled places where my fears had been
Used by the enemy
As unlocked doorways leading into my  being.

I felt unhinged, quite because
Satan had used my deep love of family
In a horrifying  masquerade,
A,false vision of an afterlife he thought I’d greet
Excitedly?  And when unconscious in sleep, 
That I’d be vulnerably moved into denying
My obedience to God?  That  I’d
Respond to his use of my fear of dying “before my time,”
By a giving in to his enticing lies?   Give up my beliefs,
My faith in Our Christ Jesus, whom I hold supreme?
With Satan needling  me to answer instantly
      the invitation
Wrenching me from my fight to survive?  
Tempting  me away from my steadfast path 
Of purpose as God’s daughter, re-deemed — 
 Unto that last, destined by God’s design, day of my life?

As starlights dim,
As moonbeams fall 
Over my roof
Crossing to set over one horizon
And the sun’s rise bringing heaven’s light
Up from the other,
Clearly near, ready to
Shine through my window
Into my room 
Across the floor
Glimmering rays
Across my bed
Exposing the truth
Of my guardian angel kneeled by me there,
Still praying psalms for my soul
To be kept in peace and 
Far away
From dreams using masquerades;
 Askilng, too, that evil leave all
     my anxious, ailing days…
So God’s promises and blessings
Might grace my way…
Adding sweetly,  profoundly
Into the air
“Holy!  Holy is Our Lord!  So
Greatly to be thanked and praised!”


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(c) sally young eslinger 10/18-12/6/2022
***please note, Every word, every line of this poem is true.  It was an actual dream I had in a time of extremely high anxiety due to a true history of harsh reactions to general anesthesia.  I have also never been one to blame evil for bad things that happen, but my departed relatives would NEVERcoax me to cross into death — or, go into anesthesia without fighting to live through it, which is how one goes into major surgery.  Thank you for reading

Thanks be to God…

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Date: 12/7/2022 12:04:00 PM
Hi Sally. Where have I been, I did not know of you going through such recent challenges. Yep, Satan is a master of disguises and deceit. He will use anything and anyone he can to perpetuate fear and doubt. I don't believe he has a chance with you, your brother in Christ. Joe. Blessings my friend. I just said a prayer.
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Sally Eslinger
Date: 12/10/2022 10:52:00 AM
Joe, thank you for your reading, commenting, caring and prayers. Oh, it wasn’t you. Poor health has halved my energy & I haven’t been here as much as before May. Vascular issues in my legs have been bad, making for this poem & lately my poetry has been almost furiously wanting to come out, which I don’t mind :-) Hugs!
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