War of many in the land of one

A War Of Many In The Land Of One

In a day of staring beauty,
a faded chill taints the air.
Though it seems all things were quiet,
I perceive that more is there.

As silence strikes my heart's musicians,
from joyful song I feel no sound.
“Trouble’s here"…the sad wind whispers,
as I stand on shaky ground.

Anxious feelings start their journey,
fear's vibrations rock the spine,
confusion mounts to start its battle
as it has so many times.

Now I hear a distant thunder,
from afar it heads my way.
Darkness strikes without a warning,
steals the sun that lights my day.

I look as hard as I am able,
in desperation can not see;
with all the blindness darkness holds,
what has unleashed it’s hell on me?

I can’t give in to Evil's madness,
no matter what it has in store,
I will stand firm, hold tight my armor,
I can not lose this brutal war.

As I am pounded with all fury,
I feel doubt's arrows piercing blast,
now I lie in desolation;
in darkest gloom I’m fading fast.

The more I try, all ends in failure,
as pride sinks low, I’m losing grip.
Guilt and shame fall hard upon me,
I feel all hope begin to slip.

Here I am, I’m lost and dying,
my trembling arms can fight no more.
Death's grip has pulled me closer,
I can hear his mighty roar.

Terror strikes as something grabs me,
can’t bear to see what holds my fate,
Mercy shouts, “Get up my child!
We’re not that far from victory’s gate.

“Your Faith has held you safe from falling.
The light of hope still has your hand.
It never left you through the battle.
You'll see its glory shine again."

As love surrounds me, torment weakens;
the sting of death I feel no more.
my soul is witness to the wonder;
my world is clear just as before.

I did not listen to my heart
but saw the ways that others see,
it caused the battle, I let start
the smoke of war which blinded me.

When Victory’s won and battle’s over,
won’t lay my armor on a shelf.
When evil strikes I must be ready,
to fight these wars inside myself.

Donna L. Eaton
9/18/03