warfair

there is a war

as a peacenik I admit it

we
know the places
and we don’t
since wars are also fought in secret

secret
or open
the field is the mind and heart
more so the spirit
of
each one

and who shall win the big war is
determined

read
hear about it anytime

as for the small wars
the wars of each one and by
our
families and friends

they go on
and the victory isn’t called

and it is
all
perilous because
the fight is in the self by
which the better weapons
are
love and will

and there is temptation to give up
or
to give in
because the other side
entices
as if it were so shiny
even
though it’s moldering since
part of heaven
lost
and we say
fell
though there was no real direction
but opposite

and now two sides and
well
since
Eden

and we choose
and there
remain
though it’s gloriously odd
that we might
turn
away
but then may turn again

old betrayals resolved
if
imperfectly for now

and so the war of spirit shall go on
until the Megiddo
victory

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sorry, the title is a pun in English; I’m not sure how this will translate (“war fair,” as it were, rather than “warfare”)

photo by Lisa Forkner on Unsplash 
“High Stone Wall in Megiddo”