Tumult

We are all soldiers on this battlefield.
In trenches of humility we hide ourselves for fear of the unknown.

Our beliefs are weapons.
Our faith is a shield.

& although the white flag hangs loose from our pockets,

Despite the flying artillery that maims and blinds us,

Salvation lies within us.

For it beats like a drum,

Persisting.

To march ahead, into the front line

& towards victory.