Such Darkness threatens my very existance.
No subtle pricking or pushing
but a deluge seeking to permeate
my existance, my very life.
Words of Jesus plainly spoken
“RESIST - he will flee”.
Prayers of grace, prayers of love,
words of promise recalled, push the Darkness,
the Spirit of Discord from
yielding it’s resonance within
my soul.
My mind must discipline in tactical warfare.
It IS a battle.
My heart must remain soft that the Spirit of God may have a womb
in which to grow.
Offense, so grievious, it leaves me numb.
“Whatsoever things are PURE;
Whatsoever things are HONEST;
WHATSOEVER things are LOVELY,
ALL that is good, THINK on it.”
Refocus to that direction.
Re-center to that thought.
It is true North.
It is your/my/OUR compass
leading to Peace….
To the place where my heart yearns for.
To the place of my Creator-
My Father.
When I lose my discipline, when I take my eyes off the Light and
turn them inward,
all I see is
that which was defiled.
A reaction, recoiling, yields such a response borne of pain.
It takes my breath;
it longs to take
my life.
Altho’ the lies are screaming in my ears
and I feel hopelessness binding my arms,
my feet, my tongue,
I turn my eyes.
I look to what is true.
Altho’ I am blinded by filth, rage,
darkness,
I know He is there.
Not simply waiting.
But fighting; standing firm; constant.
I cry out to him, tho’ no sound comes forth.
Then my mind remembers. My heart
refuses the Darkness.
A light flashes, sparking the memory.
It illuminates the page of words written
so long ago.
Spoken with action.
Life, giving force -
LIVING WORDS.
He IS Life. His are living words.
He is the living Word.
A plan. A purpose.
The beginning and the end.
It is the beginning of Him and the end of me.
The end of me in darkness, now illuminated
by HIS LIGHT.
I am bathed from head to toe in His glory.
My salvation.
My heart speaks. My tongue is loosed.
My entire being proclaims words I have heard.
Words, promises. Truth.
HIS words of life.
“Whatsoever things are good-
think on THESE things.
Such goodness takes me to the presence of God.
I curl at His feet, absorbing His essence.
His glory.
It fills me. It nurtures me.
I am healed.
The darkness is still there.
But the Dark One has left. His power
is only a threat, bravado, null.
When that which seeks to destroy,
casts his stench,
suffocation and smell of death are blown-
as far as the east is from the west,
by that which is WITHIN me.
I emit- I spew forth a never-ending stream
of HIS righteousness,
His love- my peace.
Camille Walker
July 28, 2010
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