The the forces of evil rise,
chaos running in their veins.
The armies of injustice and their corporations
are arrayed in power and might.
They are already in the a streets and alleys,
their wardens and traffickers at work,
their war machines hulking in the dark.
The Eternal One announces their doom.
Heaven’s blacksmiths set to their dark labor
hammering through the night on swords and shields.
The forges spume.
But God walks past them all
out into the darkness.
The One who creates stars,
who spreads the earth out like a blanket,
the One who Sees,
stands and gazes at the devil’s troops
and smiles.
“Peace.
I’ve got this.”
A newborn baby cries.
—December 27, 2017