The hounds of war are screaming
Scheming
Fanning the flames of destruction
They are but puppets
Unwittingly
of ancient entities
Who have wished to destroy
God’s beautiful creation
Since time’s beginning…
Our universe is endless
Eternally expanding
For nothing can contain God’s love…
Yet I am troubled deep in my soul
For I am but a casualty
Upon the battlefield of life
Only by the Creator’s grace, mercy
I still stand, forever unworthy…
Drenched in the precious lamb’s blood
That cleanses, restoring my soul
I need never feel shame or guilt again
It is vanquished…
Compelling me to integrate into my being
Kindness truth non-self-virtue
or judgement
Wisdom a plant I water everyday
Understanding the sword
Is my last resort
Assassins will come
Smiling with gifts, holding flowers
Thrusting their daggers
Deep into my heart
Screaming with rage
For they fear not myself
But the message
I will return once again to the soil
My blood and bones nourishing the daisies
Which will be made into an eternal chain to Paradise…
Mark C Bolton June 2024
photo by tc
Urban Dandy 
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