God versus God
There’s no battle being waged,
though I feel deeply wounded;
the overturned landscape blackened,
littered with dead hopes, lost campaigns.
In this hollow I find myself
so small, lost and powerless,
knowing not what the reasons are
for fighting anymore
nor who is the opposition.
As I wander in search of someone
to accept my sword and surrender,
I feel more like a battlefield than a soldier
though there is no war being waged,
no opposing armies, only God versus God.
O child, even your disillusionment
is a precious gift from the Father.
(drawing by Rich Panico)
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