For a moment, a glimpse
behind the curtain,
of conflict, of war
to the death. a war
in heaven barely
known on earth, yet
everything hinged
upon the outcome,
everything every day,
with battles and
explosions, attacks
and counterattacks,
a fight to the death,
no compromise,
no peace treaty,
no armistice, but
a war, total war,
the war behind
the curtain.
Photograph by Brandon Morgan via Unsplash. Used with permission.
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.
