Fight in Me™

Peace.
Can be wrong..
?

When there must be struggle,
War
Pulling, calling, instigating.

But silence.

What bugle calls then?
What trumpet? What drum?
What sentinel on the city wall
Screaming
Never resting nor taking rest
until, Lord, you establish Jerusalem?

Only pounding.

Pounding silence
in the heartbeat
turns the prophecy into silent crashing
as the walls fall down
but

Diamond shields underneath
Fortress of the Broken Queen
Glittering hardness
rock.

But the voice of the Lord causes the oaks to whirl,
and strips the forest bare;
and in his temple all say, ”Glory!”

Send the fire.