Friday, December 23, 2022

In a word: conflict

After Daniel 10:1-14

The word came 

that day,

the vision came,

in conflict, a war,

in fact, with 

its anxiety, its fear,

its uncertainty, and

it came to me alone,

the others with me

not hearing, not

seeing, but knowing

and seized by trembling,

tremors, and shaking.

The word, the vision,

overwhelmed me,

driving my face,

my lips, to the dirt,

to sleep, unable

to understand what

I saw, I heard,

the vision of what

was to come.


Photograph by GR Stocks via Unsplash. Used with permission.

1 comment:

Martha Jane Orlando said...

Beautiful, moving poem as always, Glynn!