The Divine Warrior
A Sonnet
Published on June 27, 2020
The Divine Warrior
A Sonnet
Painting by Preti Ghosh
There is a battle sans killing steel,
Or crash of flesh on flesh to feel.
No banner of Nations flutter here,
For the air is still, sight unclear.
The Spirit’s battleground is unseen,
Hiding in word and thought of human scene.
Each posture and gesture and common act,
Is the prize demon and god are fighting at.
No battle bloodier for it’s Death rushing,
From a million vantage points of our living.
Time’s brush withering all things true,
Maiming whole for swift passage of the sickle.
This the ground for the descended force,
Of the divine warrior and his field without remorse.