I can’t do this alone. I’m no warrior.
I’m a lover lost
in his own dream; no match
for my ageless
opponent of which my Lord
has given me a
harrowing and disheartening glimpse.
Thank God, I’m
not at that one’s mercy (he has none)
but at the mercy
of the Father of Mercy.
My orders now are
to wrap myself in my Lord’s bright flag;
allow my enemy to
languish outside the gates.
With this method
little valor is required,
yet few lovers
take it on until each is shown
the bottomless
depravity of the enemy within.
An
incomprehensible battle it is
to the death and
beyond,
but it’s no
longer mine to fight.
Such is the
beginning of surrender.
Only the Beloved
with His divine grace,
His sure swift
sword can be the One
to gain the
ultimate victory.
O child of God,
one of the path’s inherent difficulties
is the divided
loyalty of the lover.
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