Word of the Day combined challenges…links throughout poem.
Thought I was moonstruck temporarily
Beguiled by pearlescent sphere which whips
A fever…mind kindling tinder, emotions
But Moon withdrew sparking scepter
Left November’s shivery chill…
And peace in shambles.
Despite Faith’s conviction, soul’s
Hope dubious, diminishing
My hymn less psalm of David
More fatigued grief’s dirge…my
Prayer, for blissed oblivion.
Sometimes best position in battle
Is Rest—not weak resignation
But purposed decision—docile
Surrender to Sovereign God
Who fights for weary child within
Restores, refreshes, shores up
The fervent warrior heart.
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