Mystery

Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Ephesians 6:10-12

There is a mystery here,
whispering through the swaying trees,
singing over the silent rocks,
flowing with the mountain stream,
gathering in the darkening clouds,
all around the battle rages,
quietly waiting,
unseen, unknown,
beyond sight,
beyond touch;

beyond understanding.

Cool, gray December skies,
dull, hazy, low hanging sun,
Friday afternoon school bus,
delivering mediocrity and weekend misery,
never quite sure,
fading within the moving shadows,
rising from the wavering depths;

I remember it well.

Slaves to what we see,
what we hear, what we feel,
all the time seeing nothing,
hearing nothing,
feeling nothing,
mirrors and smoking guns,
illusions and disappearing truths,
cheap parlor tricks played out
on slick talking talk shows,
here today,
gone tomorrow,
the war never ends;

the enemy never sleeps.

There is a mystery here,
it remains long after the screams
have all died and slipped away.
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