Confusion
Twirling images, darkness and evil
surrounding me like a death shroud.
Peace! I call with a whimper.
I sense it in a maze, a fog –
I can’t see!
You know me, don’t you?
Fear embraces me like a lover
with a toxic taste for my soul.
Will I ever be free?
Can I really live again?
A fatal sword lashes out –
I hear its swiftness
not aimed at me.
I fall to the ground, shaken.
Light glazes all that I see,
like a brilliant varnish.
“Stand!”
I stumble quickly to my feet.
“No more! You stand! Use what I’ve given you!”
Peace and shame cover me in light and dark.
Yes. I must.
Stand.
Father, no one knows our enemy like you do. You've given us everything we need to defeat him and yet we don't use your weapons. Forgive us and make us bold, Holy Spirit, in Name of Jesus, Amen.