Samurai of the Almighty The modern warrior in reality is not the martial arts and weapons master of popular story, but the one who walks so as to give no inward place to the Devil, who walks humbly and meekly before God and man, yet has the authority and the power to lay waste demonic strongholds. The modern warrior's rule is purity of heart, simplicity of life, and the presence of God. Such a one can call on the Almighty, and is His samurai in the nether realms, wielding a lightning sword, the sword of the Spirit. ----------- My custom Ruana knife with its blade long enough to fight and kill a bear is of no use to me in the wilds I am now in, once again the wilderness of hearts – where woodsman survival skills avail not here survival is of a different order, discerning the narrow path revealed to me hour by hour and step by step as the guide of my spirit and heart leads me through the labyrinths of warring relationships amid those humans around me destruction is as possible here as in the mountain fastnesses I roamed in upstate New York, where there also the Lord was my shepherd as He is here in the Middle East. Keeping the eye of my heart on Him, resting in and keeping His word, I am wonderfully safe amid myriad dangers! And He has given me a companion, a wife, a woman wise in her own right in the ways of her God, a good counselor to me in this distant land and strange terrain. My survival blade here – another of His gifts – is the sword of the Spirit, that wondrous blade of light and power ------------- THE BOTTOM LINE is that whatever happens in the inner life or the outer I must be of high spirits with poise of mind and gentleness of heart otherwise the Lord's samurai of spirit roils the serene depths from which he fights in the global arena of consciousness on Apokalypse Field, a muddied pool It is here the Way of the cross is the Way of life, to let go what doesn't matter, to yield to another's will when principle is not at stake; in losing one's life one gains it for the power of my blade is the Spirit of Light Who arises from the crucified life. ------------- O Citadel Awake! It is a crime to be silent or to sing pretty nothings as though all were well and peace reigned, while the murder of a world is at hand. The siege is mounting in its fury and determination to destroy the citadel defending humankind and yet in the “civilized” world it proceeds under cover of enlightened thought and law, binding warriors’ hands as they sleep O Citadel awake! O poets rouse yourselves! O name the Name that shines in darkness and gives strength to the faint Reclaim our calling as the Lord’s seers and singers, flee the bog of modern poetry and its brilliant obscurity, sing clear and true with full breath of the things of Heaven and eternity, of the human condition we are given to defend, loving not our lives even unto death.