No Dreams: a short poem
Spiritual warfare has fascinated me since I was able to ponder the idea. God and his angels vs. the forces of Satan and his demons, this is the ultimate battle for hearts, souls and minds...
A Short Poem
I have no dreams of rivers
or streams shielded from the dark.
There's not a single bed to sleep,
fitted for restart.
There are no open valleys,
mountain tops or peaks.
There's not a single place to keep
the things that I have reaped.
Even sleep has come on stingy,
fringing from the edge,
a double door's obsession
coming- leaving
from my head.
Bread won't even feed me.
Nay, I'm allergic to it's scent.
And like an empty vessel
I'm broken with lament...
I can hold on nothing,
nothing's strangled in my grip.
No cup to sip, no bread to rip-
In despair's chair I sit.
I have the curse of Job,
God and Satan's little game,
everything's taken from me,
but like the skies I'll rain.
I'll pour out all I have
and rise up from the dirt,
with the strength of Calvary
I'll conquer all the earth.
I won't let death beat me.
I'll take on Satan's scythe.
I'll show to all the world
that some souls never die!
I'll rise up from the ash,
like a shimmer in the sun!
So one day when I go...
Know God's work was done.
Reflect...
I've always felt a very real relationship between these religious ideas and the ongoing ethical dilemmas we face daily as humans. Moral relativity is a pervasive idea in our modern society, but when we look at the world in a grey scale, where truth is relative, our beliefs become interchangeable, and hold no real meaning. There's a need in the world for truth, a solid foundation, from where we find our purpose. Search for this truth...