Devastation

Devastation
Leads me across the wilderness
The song of the reeds
Brushed by the rippling wind
The warmness of sun
Along my bare arms.
In the distance
Rising from the earth
The dark army
Raucous with a blare of trumpets.
I will not go there
But turn my face to the sun
And feel the worlds breath
Along my cheek
And lying here among the reeds
Watch the openness of sky
And the powerplay of creation.

JL March 17. 13:13