An attempt at a poem, on Mary de Muth's blog:
We wage a hidden,
unseen war
in life. While deep
enmeshed in strife
of everyday living, we store
thoughts, unthought, still lying
before our eyes, while time
rushes on.
We dare not stop to look.
Yet,
lost in noise and turmoil sore
we need to pause: tune
deafened ears towards that song
from our Commander’s voice.
‘See the Enemy’ he calls
‘and do not weep. Such as he
Is long defeated. This battle
Is Mine. I joy journey with
utter gladness that you are with
Me.
This is a beautiful time.
Rejoice. The battle
is won.’
