I was selected.
It was a punitive response
To seeking the truth
And speaking of it.
Then I chose . . .
To overcome a clandestine enemy,
In guise of treachery,
As a destructive manipulator
To punish for crimes not committed.
In the midst of battling grave injustices,
The treasures of kindred souls beckoned,
To show the way, glittering like no gold can;
Precious gems amidst the rubble
Of what had been homes, domicile of a nation,
Their beauty now visible only to the guileless.
Battles against deceit raged all around,
Exploding into death and destruction,
As the crumbled ruins of lives and homes
Dusty foundations, for the soul of a nation,
To rise upon in symphony, rebuilding.
Rich blessings settled in my soul,
Abundant in their grace,
Wondrous, and transcendent;
Transforming as they increased,
To overflow their bounds,
Combating duplicity with honesty . . .
Because I chose.
I now bless my friend the enemy,
For selecting me
As a weapon of its self-destruction.