In the stillness of this morning I kneel.
Like a soldier before a King, spiritual sword in hands, raised, horizontally bestowed.
Warmth penetrating my scars. Through word, breath and deed.
Your words engraved therein, burn and begin to glow.
Breathed and living still, these words from long ago.
Rest your resolve, even if few care to hear, at the feet of Father, Son and Spirit. This means wrestling with the shadows in the safe knowledge that because He has overcome (Jn.16:33), you are empowered, by His strength, and permission to do so as well.