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

ANGRY,

frustrated,

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…