'Shalom, My Son, Shalom!'
The darkness overwhelms my soul,
Presses in on all sides
And engulfs the breath from my lungs.
Crowds of shadows have overcome me–
The enemy hard pressed to stop my light,
Afraid of what I can do to his plans.
Weak and weary, oh so dreary,
Little hope left in my mind's eye,
Darkness all around, blindness, deafness–
Maniacal laughter shouts forth
As I fall to my knees,
To sigh and weep for freedom.
In the distance, a silver line in the abyssmal clouds,
For on the snow-white stallion rides the King,
With legions of angels on every side–
His brightness enshrouds the Heavens
As the cries of the saints reach His ears
And He charges forth with the bellow of His shofar.
The light from His sword pierces to my heart–
Minions of Hell leap away from me
And shrink further and further back from His light–
The legions of Heaven rise up in unison,
Before the menace of Black Fear
To shout a Holy Battlecry!!
Sheer whit light surrounds me
As Morning Glory lifts me up,
"Shalom, my son, Shalom! I have heard your brethren;
I have heard your cries–I am here for you–
I will not let the darkness reign
For by me you are free."
Tears flood my beard with my arms around Him,
Battle roars all around me,
Fiery arrows ping on the shields of life–
My Lord looks into my eyes and smiles–
"You ready to fight, my son? For me?
For your friends and family? For the world?"
I shake my head with vigor and life.
So, my Savior, places a lion-breastblate upon my shoulders,
Hands me a shield and sword of life–
They pulsate with heaven's light–
He smiles at me, whispers, "Peace, my love! You're ready!"
Then points to a thick cloud of darkness amidst more fighters.
The angels wait for my move–I bellow with fierceness
And charge with Heaven's storm of light
To my brothers and sisters hemmed on every side–
No more must I let the enemy harm them,
No more can I sit back and let the cadfish have his way.
The Lord's on the move and I'm right beside Him!!
*I wrote this poem in the office of one of the store's owned by the family hosting us in David City after being dehydrated and sick on December 15th, 2010. Stay tuned for further details on how this poem came to be about… 😀
Shalom Bakery in Boquete (an all new perspective on why I keep seeing the word Shalom)
