The Other War
An unseen battle, rages on;
both good and bad;
of light and dark.
Defense of souls is a cumbersome duty.
Souls are timeless nomads;
incarnation is their vehicle.
At any point, on the battlefield;
souls stung by celestial arrows heal slowly and
lessons are better absorbed.
Voices on the ether's lure a soul, astray;
question what you hear.
Evils voice is sumptuous;
its bite swiftly paralyzes.
Step softly upon the battleground;
march within the light.
The battle rages all around the universe;
reinforcements are always available at no cost.
Invoke no arrows of doubt and
cross the ether's, safely.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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