To Conquer
              To Conquer
conquerors of the cowardly and courageous
they strode to power
and what could we do?
every knee bowed
every man, every woman, every child
every Jew and every Gentile 
the willing and the unwilling
succumbed 
to their rule
conquerors of the hearts and souls of a nation
they lit our dreams with flames of fire 
until they ran rampant and untamed
they fed like starved animals on the darkness 
of the most depraved corners 
of worlds henceforth unknown
they thrived on our fears and insecurities
until we were left with nothing
but shame
but what could we do?
"something, anything to stand and fight!" 
cries something within me
something stronger, braver than I am
something that craves justice
and light
I can try to hide behind the polite inhibitions
of a society that quietly boards innocent bystanders 
on trains destined for hell
I can try to clothe myself 
in the bright and fashionable cloak 
of a festive religion of good deeds
to conceal the atrocities just beneath the surface
but I refuse
let me die
crucify me as you must
then bury me deep in the dark fragrant ground like a seed
that truth would live in the end
conquerors
they call them
but it is a lie
I know in every fiber of my earthen frame 
that truth will conquer in the end
I cry out in agony
but no longer despair
as wounds from foe 
and friend
bleed freely
until every page of this story is stained red with love
and after I have bled my body's last drop of blood
let the snows of winter cover me
let the white of winter's harshest wrath fall upon my grave
let the seasons take their course 
that spring might come once more
that this conviction 
that pierces and consumes every weakness 
would not remain dormant within me
but would burst forth one day beneath a broad and blank sky 
in infant green growth
would spread its branches wide 
as a mother would open her arms 
to welcome her children home to her embrace
that it would conquer
"But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives, and that He will stand upon the earth at last. And after my body has decayed, yet in my body I will see God! I will see Him for myself. Yes, I will see Him with my own eyes. I am overwhelmed at the thought!"
-Job 19:25-27
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