Esther K Bowen

I stumble across a bleak and twisted landscape
The broken ground is treacherous with pits
Stripped trees claw the dark sky
Nets, like spider webs, trail from the branches
Shouts and laughter from behind
Calls from a devious enemy
Waiting for destruction
Fear seeks to rise through the cracks in my armor
But it will not choke my heart
Before me rises the form of a contender
A shield hides His left from my lifted eyes
But His right hand holds a battle-axe
His shadow falls over me
As He steps between me and those who pursue
I am engulfed by His shield
He whispers, “I am your salvation.”