The day is past. The night has come.
And in the darkness cloaked silence
those thoughts come crawling out,
circling, gnawing, and preying on me.
The ones that were too ghastly to utter in the light of day.
The ones that menacingly threatened to meet me in the dark of night as they flitted past.
The ones that incense, infusing my mind with fury and rage.
The ones that remind me, my sense of control is a facade.
Powerful to render me weak and ineffectual,
those thoughts are my waterloo.
Then I hear that still, small voice.
Not a sibilant whisper
but a quiet thunder (like the initial rumblings of a roar) –
‘Remember what surrounds you’.
Fierce warriors
in
fiery chariots
drawn by
flaming stallions.
Angelic armies by the legion.*
And the vanguard – my majestic High King!
‘I’m surrounded by You’, my heart breathes.
Light floods my soul, banishing those dark wraiths.
– R. D. P.
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