I have taken today’s battles
and won
Sheathed in glorious prayer
forged in the fires of early morning light
wielding the sword of determined action,
bathing and wading through silken soft snares
and darkened strangle weed
hurling prayer soaked action
towards rumor, temptation, and ill-whispering shadow.
The brittle hard battleground yields to no tired wish or thought,
it sends mist and dark dust to cloud mind and die soul;
to bleed and leech determination to its shy ashen bones.
Finally, daybreak.
I lay my armor down
aching,
down to the tiniest thought.
Darkness and silence and white fingers of doubt
spider along the edges of conscious knowing
The toppled shield hides a groaning Page
trembling
in calm knowing;
yet nothing has been decided
and won
Sheathed in glorious prayer
forged in the fires of early morning light
wielding the sword of determined action,
bathing and wading through silken soft snares
and darkened strangle weed
hurling prayer soaked action
towards rumor, temptation, and ill-whispering shadow.
The brittle hard battleground yields to no tired wish or thought,
it sends mist and dark dust to cloud mind and die soul;
to bleed and leech determination to its shy ashen bones.
Finally, daybreak.
I lay my armor down
aching,
down to the tiniest thought.
Darkness and silence and white fingers of doubt
spider along the edges of conscious knowing
The toppled shield hides a groaning Page
trembling
in calm knowing;
yet nothing has been decided