Into the darkness

A poem about the sinister moments preceding the wilderness struggle of Jesus in the hills of Judea.

From desert floor
to lofty height,
where crows caw
in fading light.
A bright warrior
stands in shadows
a solitary fire
in dark narrows.

No sword in hand,
nor spear to throw
to halt the sands
‘ere such evil bows.
For in that heart
pounds royal life
and waters part
to spoken knife.

Darkness gathers,
mists roll and swirl.
Onward unto battle,
as colours unfurl.
Alone into hearts
of darkness walks:
His battle starts
as darkness stalks.

(c) Peter Eleazar at www.bethelstone.com