Shalom To My Enemy
I sneak around my enemy’s encampment
Like a fox surveying a coop
Upon my heart lies a heavy weight called revenge
Pressing ever the more upon my chest
Festered with boils of vindication
To burst forth and spew retaliation owed
My mind in embedded in that darkened hole
Which only unreasonable righteous light may shine
For my lacerated heart is scared for life
No suture may ever begin healing mine
Unto my enemy I ensue my right
The ten-fold pain must begin
Hatred mingled with bitter persimmons
I have forgotten the taste of sweet peace
Having hidden away any thoughts for forgiveness
My soul knows of no rest these horrid days
Enslave to my best desires for the darkness I wish to inflict
I have swept dirt under the rug far too long
Passive aggressive, I stand no more
I spring upon my enemy as toad to a fly
My moment of vengeance, the moment of truth
But I hesitate in mid-flight
I can not do this
This is not the right
For my road to Heaven must pass through my enemy
And I whom profess the Christ must become the peacemaker called child of God
Thus peace is not everything sweet and tender
Nor does pain cease to be remembered
For the loving of people is not viewed as a peaceable kingdom
Like a hunter and the hunted stayed apart
But to love my enemy and wish him well
The true peacemaker works towards all things good
To make the enemy a benefactor
Is the view Christ had from Calvary’s cross
Shalom, my enemy
Copyright © Mark Goodson | Year Posted 2014
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