Poem II: Michael’s Army

Michael’s army

Righteous spirits armed with light,

Fighting for free will;

Around them rages combat fierce,

As spirits bound by what they feel

Defend their right to be.

On each side a friend or foe, or one who once was near;

Now enemies – now lost forever, never to be born on earth.

Each spirit child a precious soul –

But some would not believe,

In love and grace, in hope divine,

Or in the Master’s will.

So here we fight, for goodness still, while light around us shines –

The light of hope and of our faith

In He who never fails.

And we will not give up the fight, nor shrink from what we fear;

For we are children of the Light, bound as ever we were

By what we feel and what we know –

In this our strength will be.