Wartime

Walking this path. Once populous, Now desolate Ambushed! An unspeakable ambush Now you're travailing Just inhaling and exhaling Breathing! The precious breath of life Spiritual bombs are colluded Progression and motion momentarily occluded Building a fortress amid blasts Days and nights of praying and long fasts Big dreams and peace are being viciously attacked So to the foxhole, you are forced to go To and Fro Head on a swivel Countering an enemy attack Feeble So feeble So, you ponder As you wonder "How did I get here to this fight of my life?" So much malevolence and deep-seated strife Big bombs of theft, lies, evil eyes, deceit, hate, competition, gaslighting, gang stalking, ghosting, defamation, gossip, and envy Raining..... Storming....... Just raining down on your parade Sleepless nights and wet pillows A dark cloud of weariness and despondency billows So cold, dark, and alone in this foxhole Severe demonic attacks on the spirit and soul Still feeble..... Bewildered and out of sorts So, you radio your commander for direction All around cacophonic bombs still blasting So much, but you're still praying and fasting --- PAUSE (take breaths) --- Then the commander speaks: "Sit still, my faithful warrior. You are not alone. Refuge and sweet fruits are here from all the humility, patience and faith you've sewn." "I'm bringing you rest, peace, health, strength, light, clarity, and an abundance of a lifetime. So remain still, my faithful warrior. This battle is mine."