Finding the Enemy

A poetic break from the Shepherd's Psalm.


There is a war that goes on,
Arising from the shadows,
Escapes to plane and sphere,
Endless as Zeno's arrows.
And we, given over to fears,
Resist, and seek to evade,
In a myriad of courses run
--running, running under the sun,
Evade the price to be paid.
And yet coming to still water,
The world looks in its mirror,
Hears the call of the augur,
Waits, at last, for the shearer.