There is war going on as I write…
A battle for my very life and soul…
A battle that never seems to end.
Am I a plaything,
to be fought over between the forces
of Good and Evil?
Have I the right to be
despairing of this continual tug-of-war?
Do I rise up and demand change,
or wait with patient endurance,
for the troubles to make me stronger?
Like Jacob, I wrestle with God.
Like Job, I wonder why.
All the while,
the demons play their foul games.
Will I emerge victorious,
or will I be crushed under foot?
God’s Will be done…