A battle won

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.’