Victors


Stormy weather she was the sensitive indication that as the storm unleashed its fury
She became its central sensation her hair was wildly tossed in every direction but her eyes steady
Unmovable told more than that which was easily taken to unruly lengths the lids closed slightly but
The piercing searching the gaze that probed chaos to find the peace that was hidden was intriguing
It was mystery without a plot it was the taking of command of a supreme force and though it was
Raging in seemingly uncontrolled manners it was dissolved by human will to docility what beauty
Was derived from the ghastly dangers that it possessed a lowly unexpected rival that through pure
Nerve and sense of justice rose in defiance a fabled quest told in many ways the small challenges the
Great what victory is bought from peace yes sweetness its attribute but to win in life stir the warrior
Spirit go out into hell’s black smoke walk about freely see and listen to the demons scream
Turn your heart and face of virtue walk toward them they will fall away like shadows in the presence
Of a great light we are not gods of Olympus but sons and daughters of the one true God his royal blood
Courses through our veins the most despicable and offensive blight effects all sin test us all it quickly
Has our secret weakness identified and to proceed in our selves is utter foolishness but be as the
Heroine in this piece when they look they will quickly see their mistake they have tread on human
Ground that inwardly has a spiritual dynamism there is no fragility or bowing but power exudes from
Every pore we are and should be disgusted with always being a victim wake up the enemy is the victim
He lost everything he ever possessed his future is a lake of fire nothing is to be done in foolish boasting
But by honest knowledge of our birthright let’s go to battle first as Christians then as free and blessed
Americans!